The Works of Lord Byron: Including the Suppressed Poems. Also a Sketch of His LifeJ. B. Lippincott & Company, 1856 - 764 sider |
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... feel- of more lasting and far stronger power , which ing with imagination which has been called each of them possessed , -which lies in the the poetical temperament , and which has so continual embodying of the individual charac- often ...
... feel- of more lasting and far stronger power , which ing with imagination which has been called each of them possessed , -which lies in the the poetical temperament , and which has so continual embodying of the individual charac- often ...
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... feeling and passion , and exhibiting the from it -- sometimes acting in opposition to it remarkable contrast of very ... feel- ings of admiration that Lord Byron fully en- tered on that public stage , where , to the close of his life ...
... feeling and passion , and exhibiting the from it -- sometimes acting in opposition to it remarkable contrast of very ... feel- ings of admiration that Lord Byron fully en- tered on that public stage , where , to the close of his life ...
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... feel ; Love , love alone , my lyre shall claim , In songs of bliss , and sighs of flame . ODE III . ' Twas now the hour , when Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Bootes , only , seem'd to roll His Arctic charge ...
... feel ; Love , love alone , my lyre shall claim , In songs of bliss , and sighs of flame . ODE III . ' Twas now the hour , when Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Bootes , only , seem'd to roll His Arctic charge ...
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... feel . A tawny hide , the Moorish lion's spoil , Slain midst the forest , in the hunter's toil , Mnestheus , to guard the elder youth , bestows , And old Alethes ' casque defends his brows ; Arm❜d , thence they go , while all the ...
... feel . A tawny hide , the Moorish lion's spoil , Slain midst the forest , in the hunter's toil , Mnestheus , to guard the elder youth , bestows , And old Alethes ' casque defends his brows ; Arm❜d , thence they go , while all the ...
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... feel The world was ne'er design'd for me ; Ah ! why do dark'ning shades conceal The hour when man must cease to be ... feels the heart alone When all its former hopes are dead ! Though gay companions o'er the bowl Dispel awhile the sense ...
... feel The world was ne'er design'd for me ; Ah ! why do dark'ning shades conceal The hour when man must cease to be ... feels the heart alone When all its former hopes are dead ! Though gay companions o'er the bowl Dispel awhile the sense ...
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ADAH AHOLIBAMAH Ali Pacha ANAH ANGIOLINA ARBACES arms ARNOLD aught BARBARIGO bear beauty behold BELESES beneath BENINTENDE blood bosom breast breath brow CÆSAR CAIN CALENDARO chief dare dark dead death deeds deep DOGE dost earth Faliero fame father fear feel foes GABOR gaze Giaour Greece Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour IDENSTEIN ISRAEL BERTUCCIO JACOPO FOSCARI JAPHET JOSEPHINE king leave less LIONI live look Lord Byron LOREDANO LUCIFER MANFRED MARINA Marino Faliero Michel Steno mortal MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA pass'd Petrarch prince SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGENDORF sire slave smile soul spirit Stanza STRALENHEIM stranger sword tears thee thine things thou hast thought ULRIC unto Venice voice walls wave WERNER words youth εἰς καὶ τὴν τὸ
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Side 84 - Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Side 59 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Side 147 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime ? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Side 65 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction : once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Side 59 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Side 66 - Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Side 84 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Side 211 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Side 65 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill ; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the Starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Side 76 - Where the car climb'd the Capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site: — Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, 'Here was, or is', where all is doubly night?