The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 pages |
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... hand athwart his face ; Like one in dreary musing mood , Declining was his attitude ; His head was drooping on his breast , Fever'd , throbbing , and opprest ; And o'er his brow , so downward bent , Oft his beating fingers went ...
... hand athwart his face ; Like one in dreary musing mood , Declining was his attitude ; His head was drooping on his breast , Fever'd , throbbing , and opprest ; And o'er his brow , so downward bent , Oft his beating fingers went ...
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... hands refused to sign The cross he deem'd no more divine ; He had resumed it in that hour , But conscience wrung away the power . He gazed , he saw ; he knew the face Of beauty , and the form of grace ; It was Francesca by his side ...
... hands refused to sign The cross he deem'd no more divine ; He had resumed it in that hour , But conscience wrung away the power . He gazed , he saw ; he knew the face Of beauty , and the form of grace ; It was Francesca by his side ...
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... hand on high ; It was so wan , and transparent of hue , You might have seen the moon shine through . " I come from ... hands of the leaguering infidel . I come and if I come in vain , Never , oh never , we meet again ! Thou hast done a ...
... hand on high ; It was so wan , and transparent of hue , You might have seen the moon shine through . " I come from ... hands of the leaguering infidel . I come and if I come in vain , Never , oh never , we meet again ! Thou hast done a ...
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... hands shall be joined and our sorrow forgot . There thou yet shalt be my bride , When once again I've quell'd the pride Of ... hand she laid her own— 1 Light was the touch , but it thrill'd to the bone , And shot a chillness to his heart ...
... hands shall be joined and our sorrow forgot . There thou yet shalt be my bride , When once again I've quell'd the pride Of ... hand she laid her own— 1 Light was the touch , but it thrill'd to the bone , And shot a chillness to his heart ...
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... hands , is not of human thought ; And Time himself hath hallow'd it , nor laid One ringlet in the dust - nor hath it caught A tinge of years , but breathes the flame with which ' twas wrought . ANACREONTIC SONG . Fill the goblet again ...
... hands , is not of human thought ; And Time himself hath hallow'd it , nor laid One ringlet in the dust - nor hath it caught A tinge of years , but breathes the flame with which ' twas wrought . ANACREONTIC SONG . Fill the goblet again ...
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Page 66 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ! Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
Page 52 - 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 66 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Page 148 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Page 146 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 66 - On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heraclcidan blood might own.
Page 117 - 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 63 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Page 150 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Page 164 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...