The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Bind 6 |
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) With deeper skill in war's black art Than Othman's sons , and high of heart As any chief that ever stood Triumphant in the fields of blood ; From post to post , and deed to deed , Fast spurring on his ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) With deeper skill in war's black art Than Othman's sons , and high of heart As any chief that ever stood Triumphant in the fields of blood ; From post to post , and deed to deed , Fast spurring on his ...
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... deep silence was unbroke , Save where the watch his signal spoke , Save where the steed neigh'd oft and shrill , And echo answer'd from the hill , And the wide hum of that wild host Rustled like leaves from coast to coast , As rose the ...
... deep silence was unbroke , Save where the watch his signal spoke , Save where the steed neigh'd oft and shrill , And echo answer'd from the hill , And the wide hum of that wild host Rustled like leaves from coast to coast , As rose the ...
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... Deep in the tide of their warm blood lying , Scorch'd with the death - thirst , and writhing in vain Than the perishing dead who are past all pain . There is something of pride in the perilous hour , Whate'er be the shape in which death ...
... Deep in the tide of their warm blood lying , Scorch'd with the death - thirst , and writhing in vain Than the perishing dead who are past all pain . There is something of pride in the perilous hour , Whate'er be the shape in which death ...
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... deep interminable pride . This first false passion of his breast Roll'd like a torrent o'er the rest . He sue for mercy ! He dismay'd By wild words of a timid maid ! He , wrong'd by Venice , vow to save Her sons , devoted to the grave ...
... deep interminable pride . This first false passion of his breast Roll'd like a torrent o'er the rest . He sue for mercy ! He dismay'd By wild words of a timid maid ! He , wrong'd by Venice , vow to save Her sons , devoted to the grave ...
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... deep hills through and through With an echo dread and new : You might have heard it , on that day , O'er Salamis and Megara ; ( We have heard the hearers say , ) Even unto Piræus bay . XXV . From the point of encountering blades to the ...
... deep hills through and through With an echo dread and new : You might have heard it , on that day , O'er Salamis and Megara ; ( We have heard the hearers say , ) Even unto Piræus bay . XXV . From the point of encountering blades to the ...
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Side 216 - THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lull'd winds seem dreaming, And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep : So the spirit bows before thee, To listen and adore thee ; With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
Side 235 - I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air...
Side 233 - Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee.
Side 237 - The World was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless — A lump of death — a chaos of hard clay.
Side 245 - He fed on poisons, and they had no power, But were a kind of nutriment; he lived Through that which had been death to many men, And made him friends of mountains: with the stars And the quick Spirit of the Universe He held his dialogues; and they did teach To him the magic of their mysteries; To him the book of Night was open'd wide, And voices from the deep abyss reveal'd A marvel and a secret— Be it so.
Side 242 - That he was wretched, but she saw not all. He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand ; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came, ; He...
Side 109 - AND it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.
Side 217 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Side 218 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth, Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more may meet.
Side 243 - I saw him stand Before an Altar— with a gentle bride; Her face was fair, but was not that which made The Starlight of his Boyhood;— as he stood Even at the Altar, o'er his brow there came The self-same aspect, and the quivering shock That in the antique Oratory shook His bosom in its solitude; and then— As in that hour— a moment o'er his...