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... blood ; For thousands fell that flight to aid : And not a voice was heard t ' upbraid Ambition in his humbled hour , When truth had nought to dread from power . His horse was slain , and Gieta gave His own - and died the Russians ...
... blood ; For thousands fell that flight to aid : And not a voice was heard t ' upbraid Ambition in his humbled hour , When truth had nought to dread from power . His horse was slain , and Gieta gave His own - and died the Russians ...
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) The fever in his blood forbade A transient slumber's fitful aid : And thus it was ; but yet through all , Kinglike the monarch bore his fall , And made , in this extreme of ill , His pangs the vassals ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) The fever in his blood forbade A transient slumber's fitful aid : And thus it was ; but yet through all , Kinglike the monarch bore his fall , And made , in this extreme of ill , His pangs the vassals ...
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... blood and ore " As few could match beneath the throne ; " And he would gaze upon his store , And o'er his pedigree would pore , " Until by some confusion led , " Which almost look'd like want of head , " He thought their merits were ...
... blood and ore " As few could match beneath the throne ; " And he would gaze upon his store , And o'er his pedigree would pore , " Until by some confusion led , " Which almost look'd like want of head , " He thought their merits were ...
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... blood , Dark as above us is the sky ; " But through it stole a tender light , " Like the first moonrise at midnight ; 66 Large , dark , and swimming in the stream , " Which seem'd to melt to its own beam ; " All love , half languor ...
... blood , Dark as above us is the sky ; " But through it stole a tender light , " Like the first moonrise at midnight ; 66 Large , dark , and swimming in the stream , " Which seem'd to melt to its own beam ; " All love , half languor ...
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... blood " When stirr'd beyond its calmer mood , " And trodden hard upon , is like " The rattle - snake's , in act to strike , " What marvel if this worn - out trunk " Beneath its woes a moment sunk ? " The earth gave way , the skies roll ...
... blood " When stirr'd beyond its calmer mood , " And trodden hard upon , is like " The rattle - snake's , in act to strike , " What marvel if this worn - out trunk " Beneath its woes a moment sunk ? " The earth gave way , the skies roll ...
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Page 122 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 118 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Page 154 - That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Page 72 - It is not noon the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Page 237 - As once I wept, if I could weep My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
Page 320 - They slept on the abyss, without a surge, The waves were dead : the tides were in their grave: The moon, their mistress, had expired before : The winds were withered in the stagnant air, And the clouds perished: Darkness had no need Of aid from them she was the universe.
Page 235 - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
Page 62 - But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will Till our mortality predominates, And men are what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Page 130 - Away ; we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress : Will this unteach us to complain ? Or make one mourner weep the less ? And thou who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
Page 109 - Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...