The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Bind 6 |
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Painted by Tho . Stothard RA THYRZA . Engraved by Fra : Kearny . IS HUSH'D AND ALL THEIR CHARMS ARE FLED . chas : I. Smith THE WORKS OF THE Right Honorable. THE VOICE THAT MADE THOSE SOUNDS MORE SWEET.
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Painted by Tho . Stothard RA THYRZA . Engraved by Fra : Kearny . IS HUSH'D AND ALL THEIR CHARMS ARE FLED . chas : I. Smith THE WORKS OF THE Right Honorable. THE VOICE THAT MADE THOSE SOUNDS MORE SWEET.
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... sweet , Such as when winds and harp - strings meet , And take a long unmeasured tone , To mortal minstrelsy unknown . It seem'd to those within the wall A cry prophetic of their fall : It struck even the besieger's ear With something ...
... sweet , Such as when winds and harp - strings meet , And take a long unmeasured tone , To mortal minstrelsy unknown . It seem'd to those within the wall A cry prophetic of their fall : It struck even the besieger's ear With something ...
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... sweet sleep of her child , Little deem'd she such a day Would rend those tender limbs away . Not the matrons that them bore Could discern their offspring more ; That one moment left no trace More of human form or face Save a scatter'd ...
... sweet sleep of her child , Little deem'd she such a day Would rend those tender limbs away . Not the matrons that them bore Could discern their offspring more ; That one moment left no trace More of human form or face Save a scatter'd ...
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... sweet moon glancing through the tooa tree , The lofty accents of whose sighing bough Shall sadly please us as we lean below ; Or climb the steep , and view the surfin vain Wrestle with rocky giants o'er the main , Which spurn in columns ...
... sweet moon glancing through the tooa tree , The lofty accents of whose sighing bough Shall sadly please us as we lean below ; Or climb the steep , and view the surfin vain Wrestle with rocky giants o'er the main , Which spurn in columns ...
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... sweet siesta of a summer day , The tropic afternoon of Toobonai , When every flower was bloom , and air was balm , And the first breath began to stir the palm , The first yet voiceless wind to urge the wave All gently to refresh the ...
... sweet siesta of a summer day , The tropic afternoon of Toobonai , When every flower was bloom , and air was balm , And the first breath began to stir the palm , The first yet voiceless wind to urge the wave All gently to refresh the ...
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Adamite adored Adventure Bay Aholibamah Alhama Anah arms Azaziel beauty beneath blood boat bosom breast breath brow canoe cave Christian clime clouds Cortana dare dark dead dear death deck deeds deep doom dream dust earth eternal fear feel fell Fletcher Christian gazed glorious glory grave Greece hand hath heart heaven hope hour immortal Irad island isle Japh Japhet l'abate land less light look love thee Morgante mortal mountains native ne'er Nereid Neuha never night Noah o'er ocean once Orlando Pallas Phidias race rock round sail Samiasa Seraph shine shore sigh silent smile son of Noah sorrow soul sound spirit star stood sweet taught tears thine things third watch thou art thou hast thought Tonga Islands Torquil Venice voice wall waters wave weep wild wind wings
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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...