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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... grief should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life . Philosophy and science , and the springs } Of wonder ...
... grief should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life . Philosophy and science , and the springs } Of wonder ...
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... bright intelligence , until WITCH . Proceed . MAN . Oh ! I but thus prolong'd my words , Boasting these idle attributes , because As I approach the core of my heart's grief- But to my task . I have not named to CENE II . 31 MANFRED .
... bright intelligence , until WITCH . Proceed . MAN . Oh ! I but thus prolong'd my words , Boasting these idle attributes , because As I approach the core of my heart's grief- But to my task . I have not named to CENE II . 31 MANFRED .
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... grief or selfish stain , Shed without shame — and secret without pain . Even as the tenderness that hour instils When Summer's day declines along the hills , So feels the fulness of our heart and eyes When all of Genius which can perish ...
... grief or selfish stain , Shed without shame — and secret without pain . Even as the tenderness that hour instils When Summer's day declines along the hills , So feels the fulness of our heart and eyes When all of Genius which can perish ...
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... that thou couldst be dear , Go ! tell thy brother that my heart , untamed By grief , years , weariness - and it may be A taint of that he would impute to me- om long infection of a den like this , here 138 LAMENT OF TASSO .
... that thou couldst be dear , Go ! tell thy brother that my heart , untamed By grief , years , weariness - and it may be A taint of that he would impute to me- om long infection of a den like this , here 138 LAMENT OF TASSO .
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... grief can touch me more ? 2 . 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 ? 2 . 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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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 Àââîò
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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.