The poetical works of lord Byron, complete. (Pearl ed.).J. Murray, 1867 - 685 pages |
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... bear it ? His religion to please neither party is made ; On husbands ' t is hard , to the wives most uncivil Still I can't contradict , what so oft has been said , " Though women are angels , yet wedlock's the devil . " TO THE SIGHING ...
... bear it ? His religion to please neither party is made ; On husbands ' t is hard , to the wives most uncivil Still I can't contradict , what so oft has been said , " Though women are angels , yet wedlock's the devil . " TO THE SIGHING ...
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... Bear my sword to blue - eyed Mora ; let it hang in my empty hall . It is not pure from blood : but it could not save Orla . Lay me with my friend . Raise the song when I am dark ! " They are laid by the stream of Lubar . Four gray ...
... Bear my sword to blue - eyed Mora ; let it hang in my empty hall . It is not pure from blood : but it could not save Orla . Lay me with my friend . Raise the song when I am dark ! " They are laid by the stream of Lubar . Four gray ...
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... bear me from love and from beauty for ever . Your frowns , lovely girl , are the Fates which alone Could bid me from fond admiration refrain ; By these , every hope , every wish were o'erthrown , Till smiles should restore me to rapture ...
... bear me from love and from beauty for ever . Your frowns , lovely girl , are the Fates which alone Could bid me from fond admiration refrain ; By these , every hope , every wish were o'erthrown , Till smiles should restore me to rapture ...
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... bear the love it cannot show , And silent ache for thee . 1811 . March , 1811 . EPITAPH FOR JOSEPH BLACKETT , LATE POET AND SHOEMAKER . STRANGER ! behold , interr'd together , The souls of learning and of leather . Poor Joe is gone ...
... bear the love it cannot show , And silent ache for thee . 1811 . March , 1811 . EPITAPH FOR JOSEPH BLACKETT , LATE POET AND SHOEMAKER . STRANGER ! behold , interr'd together , The souls of learning and of leather . Poor Joe is gone ...
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... bear , To her thy malice from all ties would tear- Thy name - thy human name - to every eye The climax of all scorn should hang on high , Exalted o'er thy less abhorr'd compeers- And festering in the infamy of years . 1 March 29 , 1816 ...
... bear , To her thy malice from all ties would tear- Thy name - thy human name - to every eye The climax of all scorn should hang on high , Exalted o'er thy less abhorr'd compeers- And festering in the infamy of years . 1 March 29 , 1816 ...
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Page 151 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
Page 157 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, if I rest. But where of ye, 0 tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest ? XCVII.
Page 70 - OUR life is twofold : Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Page 151 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 150 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Page 243 - And not a word of murmur not A groan o'er his untimely lot, A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Page 176 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 178 - Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now. And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy...
Page 178 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Page 176 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 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.