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... .. 402 Lines on hearing that Lady Byron was Ill ,. ..404 Impromptu , in reply to a Friend , ..406 Haidee wandering with Juan , .... ..407 Stanzas for Music , ... ..408 HOURS OF IDLENESS . 1 1 HOURS OF IDLENESS . 16 CONTENTS .
... .. 402 Lines on hearing that Lady Byron was Ill ,. ..404 Impromptu , in reply to a Friend , ..406 Haidee wandering with Juan , .... ..407 Stanzas for Music , ... ..408 HOURS OF IDLENESS . 1 1 HOURS OF IDLENESS . 16 CONTENTS .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. HOURS OF IDLENESS . 1 1 HOURS OF IDLENESS . OSCAR OF ALVA .
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. HOURS OF IDLENESS . 1 1 HOURS OF IDLENESS . OSCAR OF ALVA .
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... hour ; To swell some peerage page in feeble pride , With long - drawn names that grace no page Then share with ... HOURS OF IDLENESS .
... hour ; To swell some peerage page in feeble pride , With long - drawn names that grace no page Then share with ... HOURS OF IDLENESS .
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... hour draws nigh , a few brief days will close , To me , this little scene of joys and woes ; Each knell of Time now ... HOURS OF IDLENESS . 33.
... hour draws nigh , a few brief days will close , To me , this little scene of joys and woes ; Each knell of Time now ... HOURS OF IDLENESS . 33.
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... hours rejoice , Or hear , unless in crowds , thy well - known voice . Still , if the wishes of a heart untaught To veil those feelings which perchance it ought , If these but let me cease the lengthened strain Oh ! if these wishes are ...
... hours rejoice , Or hear , unless in crowds , thy well - known voice . Still , if the wishes of a heart untaught To veil those feelings which perchance it ought , If these but let me cease the lengthened strain Oh ! if these wishes are ...
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Side 318 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Side 214 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Side 319 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...
Side 192 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel „ While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Side 320 - 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 265 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Side 332 - 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!
Side 240 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Side 320 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
Side 214 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...