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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... stood I not beneath it ? C. HUN . Friend ! have a care , Your next step may be fatal ! -for the love Of him who made you , stand not on that brink ! MAN . ( not hearing him . ) Such would have been for me a fitting tomb ; My bones had ...
... stood I not beneath it ? C. HUN . Friend ! have a care , Your next step may be fatal ! -for the love Of him who made you , stand not on that brink ! MAN . ( not hearing him . ) Such would have been for me a fitting tomb ; My bones had ...
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... stood within the Coliseum's wall , Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight , and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watchdog bayed ...
... stood within the Coliseum's wall , Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight , and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watchdog bayed ...
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... stood n a bowshot - where the Cæsars dwelt , well the tuneless birds of night , amidst ve which springs through levell'd battlements , wines its roots with the imperial hearths , surps the laurel's place of growth ; - he gladiators ...
... stood n a bowshot - where the Cæsars dwelt , well the tuneless birds of night , amidst ve which springs through levell'd battlements , wines its roots with the imperial hearths , surps the laurel's place of growth ; - he gladiators ...
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... stood the centre of a cloud : Light changed its hue , retiring from his shroud . Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye ; His hand was wither'd , and his veins were dry ; His foot , in bony whiteness , glitter'd there , Shrunken and ...
... stood the centre of a cloud : Light changed its hue , retiring from his shroud . Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye ; His hand was wither'd , and his veins were dry ; His foot , in bony whiteness , glitter'd there , Shrunken and ...
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... stood Untold and awful still . And Babel's men of age Are wise and deep in lore ; 4 But now they were not sage , They saw - but knew no more . 5 . A captive in the land , A stranger and a youth , He heard the king's command , He saw ...
... stood Untold and awful still . And Babel's men of age Are wise and deep in lore ; 4 But now they were not sage , They saw - but knew no more . 5 . A captive in the land , A stranger and a youth , He heard the king's command , He saw ...
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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.