The poetical works of lord Byron, complete. (Pearl ed.).J. Murray, 1867 - 685 pages |
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... sire to bend the bow , On Alva's dusky hills of wind , The boys in childhood chased the roe , And left their hounds in speed behind . But ere their years of youth are o'er , They mingle in the ranks of war ; They lightly wheel the ...
... sire to bend the bow , On Alva's dusky hills of wind , The boys in childhood chased the roe , And left their hounds in speed behind . But ere their years of youth are o'er , They mingle in the ranks of war ; They lightly wheel the ...
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... sire replied , The big tear starting as he spoke , " When Oscar left my hall , or died , This aged heart was almost broke . " Thrice has the earth revolved her course Since Oscar's form has bless'd my sight ; And Allan is my last ...
... sire replied , The big tear starting as he spoke , " When Oscar left my hall , or died , This aged heart was almost broke . " Thrice has the earth revolved her course Since Oscar's form has bless'd my sight ; And Allan is my last ...
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... sire in Argive combats fought , Not thus , when Ilion fell by heavenly hate , I track'd Eneas through the walks of fate : Thou know'st my deeds , my breast devoid of fear , And hostile life - drops dim my gory spear . Here is a soul ...
... sire in Argive combats fought , Not thus , when Ilion fell by heavenly hate , I track'd Eneas through the walks of fate : Thou know'st my deeds , my breast devoid of fear , And hostile life - drops dim my gory spear . Here is a soul ...
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... sire secured them on that fatal day , Nor left such bowls an Argive robber's prey : Two massy tripods , also , shall be thine ; Two talents polish'd from the glittering mine ; An ancient cup , which Tyrian Dido gave , While yet our ...
... sire secured them on that fatal day , Nor left such bowls an Argive robber's prey : Two massy tripods , also , shall be thine ; Two talents polish'd from the glittering mine ; An ancient cup , which Tyrian Dido gave , While yet our ...
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... sire's most sacred oath- To thee I pledge my full , my firmest troth , All the rewards which once to thee were vow'd , If thou shouldst fall , on her shall be bestow'd . " Thus spoke the weeping prince , then forth to view A gleaming ...
... sire's most sacred oath- To thee I pledge my full , my firmest troth , All the rewards which once to thee were vow'd , If thou shouldst fall , on her shall be bestow'd . " Thus spoke the weeping prince , then forth to view A gleaming ...
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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.