The poetical works of lord Byron, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 576 pages |
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... gone out to a worthy object , and had returned to his bosom with the poison of rejection and disdain : filial piety offered him no refuge , for his mother had forfeited his respect by the vulgar extremes to which she went in her fits of ...
... gone out to a worthy object , and had returned to his bosom with the poison of rejection and disdain : filial piety offered him no refuge , for his mother had forfeited his respect by the vulgar extremes to which she went in her fits of ...
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... gone ! " This continual belying of himself seems to have sprung from a peculiarity of temperament , of which he gives the following account , in a letter written August 21 , 1811 , consequently about a month after his mother's funeral ...
... gone ! " This continual belying of himself seems to have sprung from a peculiarity of temperament , of which he gives the following account , in a letter written August 21 , 1811 , consequently about a month after his mother's funeral ...
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... gone to decay : In thy once smiling garden , the hemlock and thistle Have choked up the rose which late bloomed in the way . Of the mail - cover'd Barons , who proudly to battle Led their vassals from Europe to Palestine's plain , The ...
... gone to decay : In thy once smiling garden , the hemlock and thistle Have choked up the rose which late bloomed in the way . Of the mail - cover'd Barons , who proudly to battle Led their vassals from Europe to Palestine's plain , The ...
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... slumbering eyes ; See still the little painted bark , In which I row'd you o'er the lake ; See there , high waving o'er the park , The elin clambered for your sake . These times are past - our joys are gone , HOURS OF IDLENESS . 13.
... slumbering eyes ; See still the little painted bark , In which I row'd you o'er the lake ; See there , high waving o'er the park , The elin clambered for your sake . These times are past - our joys are gone , HOURS OF IDLENESS . 13.
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... gone , You leave me , leave this happy vale ; These scenes I must retrace alone : Without thee , what will they avail ? Who can conceive , who has not proved , The anguish of a last embrace ? When , torn from all you fondly loved , You ...
... gone , You leave me , leave this happy vale ; These scenes I must retrace alone : Without thee , what will they avail ? Who can conceive , who has not proved , The anguish of a last embrace ? When , torn from all you fondly loved , You ...
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Page 239 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 249 - 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!
Page 414 - 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.
Page 541 - Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay...
Page 293 - It seem'd like me to want a mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Page 352 - A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate.
Page 497 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 412 - 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.
Page 502 - Because it reminds me of thine ; And when winds are at war with the ocean, As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion, It is that they bear me from thee.
Page 146 - 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...