The poetical works of lord Byron, Side 11,Bind 3 |
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... ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose Along the brink at twilight's close : The stream that fill'd that font is fled- The blood that warm'd his heart is shed ! " And here no more shall human voice Be heard to rage , regret , rejoice . The ...
... ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose Along the brink at twilight's close : The stream that fill'd that font is fled- The blood that warm'd his heart is shed ! " And here no more shall human voice Be heard to rage , regret , rejoice . The ...
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... Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die , And lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing but their own , And every woe a tear can claim Except an erring sister's shame . * * * The Mind , that broods o'er guilty woes , Is like ...
... Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die , And lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing but their own , And every woe a tear can claim Except an erring sister's shame . * * * The Mind , that broods o'er guilty woes , Is like ...
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... ne'er shall lose their hold : Friends meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; True foes , once met , are join'd till death ! * * * * * With sabre shiver'd to the hilt , Yet dripping with the blood he spilt ; Yet strain'd within the sever ...
... ne'er shall lose their hold : Friends meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; True foes , once met , are join'd till death ! * * * * * With sabre shiver'd to the hilt , Yet dripping with the blood he spilt ; Yet strain'd within the sever ...
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... er to smile again . Well were it so - such ghastly mirth From joyaunce ne'er derived its birth . But sadder still it were to trace What once were feelings in that face : Time hath not yet the features fix'd , But brighter traits with ...
... er to smile again . Well were it so - such ghastly mirth From joyaunce ne'er derived its birth . But sadder still it were to trace What once were feelings in that face : Time hath not yet the features fix'd , But brighter traits with ...
Side 36
... ne'er be all his own ; Too timid in his woes to share , Too meek to meet , or brave despair ; And sterner hearts alone may feel The wound that time can never heal . The rugged metal of the mine Must burn before its surface shine , * But ...
... ne'er be all his own ; Too timid in his woes to share , Too meek to meet , or brave despair ; And sterner hearts alone may feel The wound that time can never heal . The rugged metal of the mine Must burn before its surface shine , * But ...
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arms band bear beauty beneath better blood bound break breast breath bright brow cheek chief close Conrad dare dark dead death deeds deep doubt dread dream earth face fair fall fate fear feel fell felt fire foes friends gave gazed glance grave grief half hand hate hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour knew land Lara late least leave less light lines lips living lonely look Lord Byron meet mind morn ne'er never night o'er once pain pass pass'd rest rose round scarce seem'd seems seen shore silent slave smile soul sound spirit step stood tale tears tell thee thine thing thou thought true turn Twas voice wall waters wave wild wind young youth
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Side 271 - PRISONER OF CHILLON." MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Side 10 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold obstruction's apathy...
Side 101 - 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 ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway— Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
Side 267 - ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Side 136 - Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
Side 136 - O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows. On old /Egina's rock, and Idra's isle, The god of gladness sheds his parting smile; O'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, Though there his altars are no more divine.
Side 5 - Knolles,'* he said at Missolonghi, a few weeks before his death, " was one of the first books that gave me pleasure when a child ; and I believe it had much influence on my future wishes to visit the Levant, and gave, perhaps, the oriental colouring which is observed in my poetry.
Side 84 - Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life ! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray...
Side 339 - No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance ! I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride ; But where are they the reins to guide ? A thousand horse, and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretch...
Side 331 - T was but a day he had been caught ; And snorting, with erected mane, And struggling fiercely, but in vain, In the full foam of wrath and dread To me the desert-born was led : They bound me on, that menial throng, Upon his back with many a thong ; Then loosed him with a sudden lash — Away ! — away ! — and on we dash ! Torrents less rapid and less rash.