The Works of Lord Byron Complete in One VolumeH.L. Broenner, 1826 - 774 pages |
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Adah Aholibamah Anah Arbaces Arnold art thou aught Barb bear beauty behold Beleses beneath Benint Bert blood bosom breast breath brow Cæsar Cain call'd dare dark dead death deep Doge doth dread dream e'er earth eyes fair fame father fear feel Foscari Gabor gaze Giaour glory grave hand hath heard heart heaven honour hope hour Idenst Japhet Juan king knew lady leave less Lioni live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lored Lucifer Manf Marina mortal Myrrha ne'er never night nought o'er once Pania pass'd passion Sard Sardanapalus scarce seem'd shore Siegend Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit Stralenh stranger Suwarrow sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd twas twill Ulric unto voice wave Werner whate'er wild words young youth
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Page 590 - 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 tente were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unliftcd, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur
Page 56 - to me Were a delight, and if the freshening sea Made them a terror—'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane—aa I do
Page 56 - ere sudden partings, such at press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated ; who could If evermore should
Page 55 - not a spoil for him,—thou dost arise And shake him from thce ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise. Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply
Page 201 - They have a king who buys and sells ; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells; But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade— I see their glorious black eyes