The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed., containing considerable additions; to which is prefixed a life, by H. L. Bulwer, Volume 1 |
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... o'er him wave . Not unavenged the raging baron yields ; The blood of traitors smears the purple plain ; Unconquer'd still , his falchion there he wields , And days of glory yet for him remain . Still in that hour the warrior wished to ...
... o'er him wave . Not unavenged the raging baron yields ; The blood of traitors smears the purple plain ; Unconquer'd still , his falchion there he wields , And days of glory yet for him remain . Still in that hour the warrior wished to ...
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... o'er thy hills in ' joy preside , And proudly steer through time's eventful tide ; Still may thy blooming sons thy name revere , Smile in thy bower , but quit thee with a tear ; - That tear , perhaps , the fondest which will flow O'er ...
... o'er thy hills in ' joy preside , And proudly steer through time's eventful tide ; Still may thy blooming sons thy name revere , Smile in thy bower , but quit thee with a tear ; - That tear , perhaps , the fondest which will flow O'er ...
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... O'er which Remembrance yet delays , Still may rove , untutor'd , wild , And even in age at heart a child . Though now on airy visions borne , To you my soul is still the same . Oft has it been my fate to mourn , And all my former joys ...
... O'er which Remembrance yet delays , Still may rove , untutor'd , wild , And even in age at heart a child . Though now on airy visions borne , To you my soul is still the same . Oft has it been my fate to mourn , And all my former joys ...
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... o'er thy page ; Affect a candour which thou canst not feel , Clothe envy in the garb of honest zcal ; Write , as if St. John's soul could still inspire , And do from hate what Mallet ( 2 ) did for hire . Oh ! hadst thou lived in that ...
... o'er thy page ; Affect a candour which thou canst not feel , Clothe envy in the garb of honest zcal ; Write , as if St. John's soul could still inspire , And do from hate what Mallet ( 2 ) did for hire . Oh ! hadst thou lived in that ...
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... o'er the town , To sanction Vice , and hunt Decorum down : Let wedded strumpets languish o'er Deshayes , And bless the promise which his form displays ; While Gayton bounds before the enraptured looks Of hoary marquises and stripling ...
... o'er the town , To sanction Vice , and hunt Decorum down : Let wedded strumpets languish o'er Deshayes , And bless the promise which his form displays ; While Gayton bounds before the enraptured looks Of hoary marquises and stripling ...
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The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed ..., Volume 1 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Visualização completa - 1837 |
The Complete Works of Lord Byron, Repr. From the Last London Ed., Containing ... George Gordon N Byron Prévia não disponível - 2018 |
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Página 259 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
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Página 121 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Página 146 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Página 113 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Página 113 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Página 298 - 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.
Página 134 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald : — how profound The gulf ! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Página 282 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Página 281 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came That bird was...