The Works of Lord Byron: Embracing His Suppressed Poems, and a Sketch of His Life ...Phillips, Sampson,, 1854 - 1071 sider |
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... breast a breast of steel ; Ye , who have known what ' tis to dote upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The ...
... breast a breast of steel ; Ye , who have known what ' tis to dote upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The ...
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... breasts bestow.2 Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where , Where are thy men of might ? thy grand in soul ? Gone ... breast , And mix unbleeding with the boasted slain , While Glory crowns so many a meaner crest ! What hadst thou ...
... breasts bestow.2 Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where , Where are thy men of might ? thy grand in soul ? Gone ... breast , And mix unbleeding with the boasted slain , While Glory crowns so many a meaner crest ! What hadst thou ...
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... breast ; If aught of young Remembrance then remain , Be as it may Futurity's behest , XV . Cold is the heart , fair Greece ! that looks on thee , Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see ...
... breast ; If aught of young Remembrance then remain , Be as it may Futurity's behest , XV . Cold is the heart , fair Greece ! that looks on thee , Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see ...
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... breast Would still , albeit in vain , the heavy heart divest . XXV . 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 ...
... breast Would still , albeit in vain , the heavy heart divest . XXV . 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 ...
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... breast , Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs ; What careth she for hearts when once possess'd ? Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes ; But not too humbly , or she will despise Thee and thy suit , though told in moving tropes ...
... breast , Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs ; What careth she for hearts when once possess'd ? Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes ; But not too humbly , or she will despise Thee and thy suit , though told in moving tropes ...
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Side 38 - 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 39 - Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Side 63 - 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 wanton'd 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 38 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Side 233 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Side 109 - Approach thou craven crouching slave : Say, is not this Thermopylae? These waters blue that round you lave, Oh servile offspring of the free — Pronounce what sea, what shore is this? The gulf, the rock of Salamis ! These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...
Side 44 - 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...
Side 38 - ... Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet — But, hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat ; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! Arm! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar
Side 45 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Side 63 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...