The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 sider |
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... sigh . Was it the wind , through some hollow stone , Sent that soft and tender moan ? He lifted his head , and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He look'd on the long grass - it waved not a blade ; How was ...
... sigh . Was it the wind , through some hollow stone , Sent that soft and tender moan ? He lifted his head , and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He look'd on the long grass - it waved not a blade ; How was ...
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... sighs to grant With half the fervour Hate bestows Upon the last embrace of foes , When grappling in the fight they fold Those arms that ne'er shall loose their hold : Friends meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; True foes , once met ...
... sighs to grant With half the fervour Hate bestows Upon the last embrace of foes , When grappling in the fight they fold Those arms that ne'er shall loose their hold : Friends meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; True foes , once met ...
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... sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild seamew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native Land - Good night ! " A few short hours and He will rise To give the Morrow ...
... sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild seamew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native Land - Good night ! " A few short hours and He will rise To give the Morrow ...
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... sigh Till I come back again .'- " Enough , enough , my little lad ! Such tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , Mine own would not be dry . " Come hither , hither , my staunch yeoman , Why dost thou look so pale ? Or ...
... sigh Till I come back again .'- " Enough , enough , my little lad ! Such tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , Mine own would not be dry . " Come hither , hither , my staunch yeoman , Why dost thou look so pale ? Or ...
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... sighs Of wife or paramour ? Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasures ... sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again , He ...
... sighs Of wife or paramour ? Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasures ... sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again , He ...
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Allah arms art thou aught Ave Maria beauty behold beneath blest blood blue bosom breast breath bright brow capital punishments Carthage charm cheek Clarens clime clouds dark dead dear death deep despair dread dream e'er earth Egeria eternal face fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle GIAOUR glance glow gondolier grave grief hand hath heart heaven hope hour human clay Kaled knew light lips living lone look look'd Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once pale pang passion pause pride Rhine rill Rome rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd Seraph shine shone shore sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd star stood sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought trembling twas twill waters wave weep wert Whate'er wild wind wing wither'd youth Zuleika
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Side 167 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean , This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Side 167 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Side 195 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Side 65 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea. And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free, For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Side 85 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Side 49 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : — From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence, xc.
Side 148 - 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 146 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar...
Side 67 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Side 150 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!