The Works of Lord Byron: Manfred. Hebrew melodies. Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Monody of the death of Sheridan. Lament of Tasso. PoemsJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... gaze on thee a moment . WITCH . Son of Earth ! I know thee , and the powers which give thee I know thee for a man of many thoughts , And deeds of good and ill , extreme in both , Fatal and fated in thy sufferings . power ; I have ...
... gaze on thee a moment . WITCH . Son of Earth ! I know thee , and the powers which give thee I know thee for a man of many thoughts , And deeds of good and ill , extreme in both , Fatal and fated in thy sufferings . power ; I have ...
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... gaze On spirit , good or evil - now I tremble , And feel a strange cold thaw upon my heart , But I can act even what I most abhor , And champion human fears . - The night approaches . [ Exit . SCENE III . The Summit of the Jungfrau ...
... gaze On spirit , good or evil - now I tremble , And feel a strange cold thaw upon my heart , But I can act even what I most abhor , And champion human fears . - The night approaches . [ Exit . SCENE III . The Summit of the Jungfrau ...
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... gaze on thee , and thou on him ? ! he unveils his aspect ; on his brow thunder - scars are graven ; from his eye res forth the immortality of hell- unt ! - MAN . SPIRIT . Pronounce what is thy mission ? Come ! VOL . V. F ABBOT . What ...
... gaze on thee , and thou on him ? ! he unveils his aspect ; on his brow thunder - scars are graven ; from his eye res forth the immortality of hell- unt ! - MAN . SPIRIT . Pronounce what is thy mission ? Come ! VOL . V. F ABBOT . What ...
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... gazing on thyself grown blind , Thou taught'st the rest to see . With might unquestion'd , -power to save- Thine only gift hath been the grave To those that worshipp'd thee ; Nor till thy fall could mortals guess Ambition's less than ...
... gazing on thyself grown blind , Thou taught'st the rest to see . With might unquestion'd , -power to save- Thine only gift hath been the grave To those that worshipp'd thee ; Nor till thy fall could mortals guess Ambition's less than ...
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... gaze upon the sea ; That element may meet thy smile , It ne'er was ruled by thee ! Or trace with thine all idle hand In loitering mood upon the sand That Earth is now as free ! That Corinth's pedagogue hath now Transferr'd his by - word ...
... gaze upon the sea ; That element may meet thy smile , It ne'er was ruled by thee ! Or trace with thine all idle hand In loitering mood upon the sand That Earth is now as free ! That Corinth's pedagogue hath now Transferr'd his by - word ...
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ABBOT Abydos Alfaqui Alhama Alhambra answer'd art thou ASTARTE Athens Ay de mi beautiful behold beneath bidding blood bosom breast breath bright CHAMOIS charm clay clouds cold dare dark dead death deem'd deep didst dost doth dread dream dwell earth eyes feel fire from heaven gaze glory Granada grave grief hand hath hear heaven hour immortal King light live lonely MANFRED Mariamne mind monarch mortal mountain mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night once pain pang pass'd past Pausanias Pindus ROMAIC SCENE shine sigh silent sleep smile song Sorrow soul Sparta spirit star sunbow's sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou canst thou hast thou wert thought throne Thyrza thyself torture tremble Twas Twere twill voice wandering wave weep WITCH wither'd words would'st youth ἀγαπῶ Ζώη ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Page 112 - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 113 - 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 82 - 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 78 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Page 81 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 68 - 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.
Page 176 - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
Page 221 - FARE thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
Page 247 - The palaces of crowned kings - the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, And men were gather'd round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face...
Page 254 - Fair as herself— but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful: And both were young— yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him: he had look'd Upon it till it could not pass away; He had no breath, no.