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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... scarce would quench desire ; Still would I steep my lips in bliss , And dwell an age on every kiss ; Nor then my soul should sated be , Still would I kiss and cling to thee : Nought should my kiss from thine dissever Still would we kiss ...
... scarce would quench desire ; Still would I steep my lips in bliss , And dwell an age on every kiss ; Nor then my soul should sated be , Still would I kiss and cling to thee : Nought should my kiss from thine dissever Still would we kiss ...
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... scarce refine , Augments its ore , and is itself a mine . " My son , " she cried , " ne'er thirst for gore again , Resign the pistol , and resume the pen ; O'er politics and poesy preside , Boast of thy country , and Britannia's guide ...
... scarce refine , Augments its ore , and is itself a mine . " My son , " she cried , " ne'er thirst for gore again , Resign the pistol , and resume the pen ; O'er politics and poesy preside , Boast of thy country , and Britannia's guide ...
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... scarce may claim The transient mention of a dubious name ! When Fame's loud trump hath blown its noblest blast , Though long the sound , the echo sleeps at last , And glory , like the phoenix midst her fires , Exhales her odours ...
... scarce may claim The transient mention of a dubious name ! When Fame's loud trump hath blown its noblest blast , Though long the sound , the echo sleeps at last , And glory , like the phoenix midst her fires , Exhales her odours ...
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... scarce a third of his pass'd by , Worse than adversity the Childe befell ; He felt the fulness of satiety : Then loathed he in his native land to dwell , Which seem'd to him more lone than eremite's sad cell . V. For he through sin's ...
... scarce a third of his pass'd by , Worse than adversity the Childe befell ; He felt the fulness of satiety : Then loathed he in his native land to dwell , Which seem'd to him more lone than eremite's sad cell . V. For he through sin's ...
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... scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' t were sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good And die , that living might have proved her shame ...
... scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' t were sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good And die , that living might have proved her shame ...
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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?