The Works of Lord Byron: Including the Suppressed Poems. Complete in One VolumeA. and W. Galignani, 1828 - 718 Seiten |
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... hast ta'en the bird away : From thee my Lesbia's eyes o'erflow , Her swollen cheeks with weeping glow , Thou art the cause of all her woe , Receptacle of life's decay . IMITATED FROM CATULLUS . TO ELLEN . OH ! might I kiss those eyes of ...
... hast ta'en the bird away : From thee my Lesbia's eyes o'erflow , Her swollen cheeks with weeping glow , Thou art the cause of all her woe , Receptacle of life's decay . IMITATED FROM CATULLUS . TO ELLEN . OH ! might I kiss those eyes of ...
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... hast ask'd , receive , » the prince replied , Nor this alone , but many a gift beside ; To cheer thy mother's years shall be my aim , Creusa's style but wanting to the dame ; Fortune an adverse wayward course may run , But bless'd thy ...
... hast ask'd , receive , » the prince replied , Nor this alone , but many a gift beside ; To cheer thy mother's years shall be my aim , Creusa's style but wanting to the dame ; Fortune an adverse wayward course may run , But bless'd thy ...
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... Hast soothed thine idlesse with inglorious lays , Soon shall thy voice be lost amid the throng Of louder minstrels in these later days : To such resign the strife for fading bays- Ill may such contest now the spirit move Which heeds nor ...
... Hast soothed thine idlesse with inglorious lays , Soon shall thy voice be lost amid the throng Of louder minstrels in these later days : To such resign the strife for fading bays- Ill may such contest now the spirit move Which heeds nor ...
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... hast smiled With a sedate and all - enduring eye ; -- When fortune fled her spoil'd and favourite child , He stood unbow'd beneath the ills upon him piled . XL . Sager than in thy fortunes ; for in them Ambition steel'd thee on too far ...
... hast smiled With a sedate and all - enduring eye ; -- When fortune fled her spoil'd and favourite child , He stood unbow'd beneath the ills upon him piled . XL . Sager than in thy fortunes ; for in them Ambition steel'd thee on too far ...
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... semblance but disgraced his brow ; Yet still , if fondly superstition grieves , Know that the lightning sanctifies below 21 Whate'er it strikes ; -yon head is doubly sacred now . XLII . Italia ! oh Italia ! thou who hast 72 BYRON'S WORKS .
... semblance but disgraced his brow ; Yet still , if fondly superstition grieves , Know that the lightning sanctifies below 21 Whate'er it strikes ; -yon head is doubly sacred now . XLII . Italia ! oh Italia ! thou who hast 72 BYRON'S WORKS .
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ADAH AHOLIBAMAH ANAH ANGIOLINA ARBACES ARNOLD aught BARBARIGO bear beauty behold BELESES beneath BENINTENDE blood bosom breast breath brow CAIN CALENDARO CESAR chief dare dark dead death deeds deep DOGE dost dread earth fame father fear feel GABOR gaze Giaour Greece Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour IDENSTEIN ISRAEL BERTUCCIO JACOPO FOSCARI JAPHET JOSEPHINE king leave less LIONI live look Lord Byron LOREDANO LUCIFER MANFRED MARINA Marino Faliero Michel Steno mortal mountains MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA pass'd Petrarch prince SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGENDORF sire slave smile soul spirit Stanza STRALENHEIM stranger sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought ULRIC unto Venice voice walls wave WERNER words wouldst youth εἰς καὶ τὴν τὸ
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Seite 60 - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Seite 65 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Seite 210 - 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 Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot...
Seite 64 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Seite 62 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
Seite 238 - gin to fear that thou art past all aid From me and from my calling; yet so young, I still would— Man. Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death; Some perishing of pleasure, some of study, Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness, Some of disease, and some insanity, And some of wither'd or of broken hearts; For this last is a malady which slays More than are number'd in the lists of Fate,...
Seite 62 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
Seite 230 - The future, till the past be gulfd in darkness, It is not of my search. — My mother Earth ! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, Why are ye beautiful ? I cannot love ye.
Seite 209 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath...
Seite 66 - ... in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.