The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 Seiten |
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... SONG . Fill the goblet again ! for I never before Felt the glow that now gladdens my heart to its core ; Let us drink ! who would not ? since through life's varied round In the goblet alone no deception is found . I have tried in its ...
... SONG . Fill the goblet again ! for I never before Felt the glow that now gladdens my heart to its core ; Let us drink ! who would not ? since through life's varied round In the goblet alone no deception is found . I have tried in its ...
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... song of cherubim , As the day closes over Eden's walls ; - All these are nothing , to my eyes and heart , Like Adah's face : I turn from earth and heaven To gaze on it . CAIN'S ADDRESS TO HIS SLEEPING CHILD . He smiles and sleeps ...
... song of cherubim , As the day closes over Eden's walls ; - All these are nothing , to my eyes and heart , Like Adah's face : I turn from earth and heaven To gaze on it . CAIN'S ADDRESS TO HIS SLEEPING CHILD . He smiles and sleeps ...
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... songs are heard on high , Blooms blushing to her lover's tale : His queen , the garden queen , his Rose , Unbent by winds , unchill'd by snows , Far from the winters of the west , By every breeze and season blest , Returns the sweets by ...
... songs are heard on high , Blooms blushing to her lover's tale : His queen , the garden queen , his Rose , Unbent by winds , unchill'd by snows , Far from the winters of the west , By every breeze and season blest , Returns the sweets by ...
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... SONG OF A GREEK . The isles of Greece , the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung , Where grew the arts of war and peace , — Where Delos rose , and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet , But all , except their ...
... SONG OF A GREEK . The isles of Greece , the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung , Where grew the arts of war and peace , — Where Delos rose , and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet , But all , except their ...
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... song divine : He served but served Polycrates A tyrant ; but our masters then Were still , at least , our countrymen . The tyrant of the Chersonese Was freedom's best and bravest friend ; That tyrant was Miltiades ! Oh ! that the ...
... song divine : He served but served Polycrates A tyrant ; but our masters then Were still , at least , our countrymen . The tyrant of the Chersonese Was freedom's best and bravest friend ; That tyrant was Miltiades ! Oh ! that the ...
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arms art thou aught Ave Maria beam beauty behold beneath blest blood blue bosom breast breath brow capital punishments Carthage charm cheek Clarens clouds dark dead death deep dread dream e'er eagle passes earth Egeria eternal face fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle GIAOUR glance glow gondolier grave grief hand hath heart heaven hope hour human clay JUNGFRAU Kaled knew light lips living lone look look'd mortal mountains Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once pale passion pause pride rill Rome rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd Seraph shine shone shore sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd stars stood sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought trembling twas twill waters wave weep wert Whate'er wild wind wing wither'd youth Zuleika
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Seite 66 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ! Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
Seite 52 - 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.
Seite 66 - 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 ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Seite 148 - 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!
Seite 146 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Seite 66 - 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 Heraclcidan blood might own.
Seite 117 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Seite 63 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Seite 150 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Seite 164 - 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 or rarely been...