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... grief , ' and ' supped full of horrors , ' till I have become callous ; nor have I a tear left for an event which , five years ago , would have bowed my head to the earth . " In his reply to this letter , Mr. Dallas says , " I thank you ...
... grief , ' and ' supped full of horrors , ' till I have become callous ; nor have I a tear left for an event which , five years ago , would have bowed my head to the earth . " In his reply to this letter , Mr. Dallas says , " I thank you ...
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... grief can touch me more ? Then bring me wine , the banquet bring ; Man was not form'd to live alone : I'll be that light , unmeaning thing That smiles with all , and weeps with none . It was not thus in days more dear , It never would ...
... grief can touch me more ? Then bring me wine , the banquet bring ; Man was not form'd to live alone : I'll be that light , unmeaning thing That smiles with all , and weeps with none . It was not thus in days more dear , It never would ...
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... grief To watch it withering , leaf by leaf , Than see it pluck'd to - day ; Since earthly eye but ill can bear To trace the change to foul from fair . I know not if I could have borne To see thy beauties fade ; The night that follow'd ...
... grief To watch it withering , leaf by leaf , Than see it pluck'd to - day ; Since earthly eye but ill can bear To trace the change to foul from fair . I know not if I could have borne To see thy beauties fade ; The night that follow'd ...
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... grief Retards , but never counts the hour . In joy I've sigh'd to think thy flight Would soon subside from swift to slow ; Thy cloud could overcast the light , But could not add a night to woe ; VOL . IX . D For then , however drear and ...
... grief Retards , but never counts the hour . In joy I've sigh'd to think thy flight Would soon subside from swift to slow ; Thy cloud could overcast the light , But could not add a night to woe ; VOL . IX . D For then , however drear and ...
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... grief is fancy's scheming , And all thy change can be but dreaming ! ON BEING ASKED WHAT WAS THE " ORIGIN OF LOVE . " THE " Origin of Love ! " - Ah , why That cruel question ask of me , When thou mayst read in many an eye He starts to ...
... grief is fancy's scheming , And all thy change can be but dreaming ! ON BEING ASKED WHAT WAS THE " ORIGIN OF LOVE . " THE " Origin of Love ! " - Ah , why That cruel question ask of me , When thou mayst read in many an eye He starts to ...
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antè arms Athens bard bear beauty Behold beneath blood bosom breast bride Bride of Abydos brow canto cheek Childe Harold Conrad Corsair couplet dare dark dear death deeds dread earth fair fate fear feel foes friends gaze GEORGE ELLIS Giaffir Giaour glance Greek grief Gulnare hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven heroic couplet hope hour live lonely Lord Byron ne'er never night o'er once Pacha Pallas Parthenon pass'd poem poet quæ quid rhyme Romaic scarce scene seem'd Selim shore slave smile song soothe soul tale tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Turkish Twas verse voice Waltz wave wild words Zuleika ἂν ἀπὸ δὲν διὰ Ἐγὼ εἶναι εἰς ἐν καὶ κὴ μὲ νὰ σᾶς τὰ τὰς τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν
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Página 207 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Página 152 - Such is the aspect of this shore; >Tis Greece, but living Greece no more So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath...
Página 208 - Wax faint o'er the gardens of gul in her bloom, Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute , Where the tints of the earth , and the hues of the sky , In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 264 - Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease...
Página 165 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Página 109 - 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 ! O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Página 179 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Página 272 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled — and Mercy sigh'd farewell...
Página 213 - Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might — the majesty of Loveliness...
Página 309 - Salamis! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep...