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... thou , devouring grave ! Whose jaws eternal victims crave , From whence no earthly power can save , For thou hast ta'en the bird away : From thee my Lesbia's eyes o'erflow , Her swollen cheeks with weeping glow Thou art the cause of all ...
... thou , devouring grave ! Whose jaws eternal victims crave , From whence no earthly power can save , For thou hast ta'en the bird away : From thee my Lesbia's eyes o'erflow , Her swollen cheeks with weeping glow Thou art the cause of all ...
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... thee , and hath been ; And when in that secret dread Thou hast turn'd around thy head , Thou shalt marvel I am not As thy shadow on the spot , And the power which thou dost feel Shall be what thou must conceal . And a magic voice and ...
... thee , and hath been ; And when in that secret dread Thou hast turn'd around thy head , Thou shalt marvel I am not As thy shadow on the spot , And the power which thou dost feel Shall be what thou must conceal . And a magic voice and ...
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... thou Hast seen my ardent flame too well ; And shall I plead my passion now , To make thy bosom's heaven a hell ? No ! for thou never canst be mine , United by the priest's decree : By any ties but those divine , Mine , my beloved , thou ...
... thou Hast seen my ardent flame too well ; And shall I plead my passion now , To make thy bosom's heaven a hell ? No ! for thou never canst be mine , United by the priest's decree : By any ties but those divine , Mine , my beloved , thou ...
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... thou ? Oft have I borne the weight of ill , But never bent beneath till now ! Well hast thou left in life's best bloom The cup of woe for me to drain . If rest alone be in the tomb , I would not wish thee here again . F But if in worlds ...
... thou ? Oft have I borne the weight of ill , But never bent beneath till now ! Well hast thou left in life's best bloom The cup of woe for me to drain . If rest alone be in the tomb , I would not wish thee here again . F But if in worlds ...
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... thou , with those eyes for thy lances , Hast pierced through my heart to its core . Ah , tell me , my soul ! must I ... THEE ! REMEMBER THEE . R EMEMBER thee ! 70 BYRON'S SONGS .
... thou , with those eyes for thy lances , Hast pierced through my heart to its core . Ah , tell me , my soul ! must I ... THEE ! REMEMBER THEE . R EMEMBER thee ! 70 BYRON'S SONGS .
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adore Athens Awake beam beauty beauty's behold beloved Belshazzar blest bliss bosom breast breath brow castled crag cease cheek cold dare dead dear death deep destruction of Sennacherib dost dream dwell earth elegantly bound eyes fame Farewell Fates have decreed feel FELIX MENDELSSOHN fond forget garden of roses gaze glance glow grave grief harp hate hath heaven hope hour isles of Greece Jephtha's daughter Judah's kiss of love live Loch na Garr lonely LORD BYRON love's last adieu lyre maid Mariamne NATHAN ne'er never night o'er once pang pass'd passion remember thee Remembrance reprove Samian wine scene Set to Music shalt shore sigh silent smile song sorrow spirit sweet Anne tears thine thou art thou canst thou hast thought thy charms thy name thy soul Thyrza twill voice walks in beauty wave weep wild wilt wing youth
Popular passages
Page 208 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray ; And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers ; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine...
Page 205 - Awake ! (Not Greece, — she is awake !) Awake my spirit ! think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake, And then strike home ! Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood ! unto thee, Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be.
Page 19 - THERE'S not a joy the world can give like that it takes away, When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay ; 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
Page 209 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round ; The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
Page 206 - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here: — up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Page 208 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine. Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossomed trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scattered cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strewed a scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me!
Page 109 - Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky 's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. " Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Page 192 - Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it, Nor the war of the many with one — If my soul was not fitted to prize it, 'T was folly not sooner to shun: And if dearly that error hath cost me.
Page 74 - ONE struggle more, and I am free From pangs that rend my heart in twain ; One last long sigh to love and thee, Then back to busy life again. It suits me well to mingle now With things that never pleased before : Though every joy is fled below, What future grief can touch me more ? 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.
Page 29 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'