The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Volume 6 |
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... breath , and battle's rage , Have swept o'er Corinth ; yet she stands A fortress form'd to Freedom's hands . The whirlwind's wrath , the earthquake's shock Have left untouch'd her hoary rock , The keystone of a land , which still ...
... breath , and battle's rage , Have swept o'er Corinth ; yet she stands A fortress form'd to Freedom's hands . The whirlwind's wrath , the earthquake's shock Have left untouch'd her hoary rock , The keystone of a land , which still ...
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... breath Wings the far hissing globe of death ; Fast whirl the fragments from the wall , Which crumbles with the ponderous ball ; And from that wall the foe replies , O'er dusty plain and smoky skies , With fires that answer fast and well ...
... breath Wings the far hissing globe of death ; Fast whirl the fragments from the wall , Which crumbles with the ponderous ball ; And from that wall the foe replies , O'er dusty plain and smoky skies , With fires that answer fast and well ...
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... breath , In red and wreathing columns flash'd The flame , as loud the ruin crash'd , Or into countless meteors driven , Its earth - stars melted into heaven ; Whose clouds that day grew doubly dun , Impervious to the hidden sun , With ...
... breath , In red and wreathing columns flash'd The flame , as loud the ruin crash'd , Or into countless meteors driven , Its earth - stars melted into heaven ; Whose clouds that day grew doubly dun , Impervious to the hidden sun , With ...
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... breath come over his cheek ; What did that sudden sound bespeak ? He turn'd to the left - is he sure of sight ? There sate a lady , youthful and bright ! XX . He started up with more of fear Than if an armed foe were near . " God of my ...
... breath come over his cheek ; What did that sudden sound bespeak ? He turn'd to the left - is he sure of sight ? There sate a lady , youthful and bright ! XX . He started up with more of fear Than if an armed foe were near . " God of my ...
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... breath , And there rose not a heave o'er her bosom's swell , And there seem'd not a pulse in her veins to dwell . Though her eye shone out , yet the lids were fix'd , And the glance that it gave was wild and unmix'd VOL . VI . - D With ...
... breath , And there rose not a heave o'er her bosom's swell , And there seem'd not a pulse in her veins to dwell . Though her eye shone out , yet the lids were fix'd , And the glance that it gave was wild and unmix'd VOL . VI . - D With ...
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Page 216 - THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lull'd winds seem dreaming, And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep : So the spirit bows before thee, To listen and adore thee ; With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
Page 235 - I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air...
Page 233 - Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee.
Page 237 - The World was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless — A lump of death — a chaos of hard clay.
Page 245 - He fed on poisons, and they had no power, But were a kind of nutriment; he lived Through that which had been death to many men, And made him friends of mountains: with the stars And the quick Spirit of the Universe He held his dialogues; and they did teach To him the magic of their mysteries; To him the book of Night was open'd wide, And voices from the deep abyss reveal'd A marvel and a secret— Be it so.
Page 242 - That he was wretched, but she saw not all. He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand ; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came, ; He...
Page 109 - AND it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.
Page 217 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 218 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth, Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more may meet.
Page 243 - I saw him stand Before an Altar— with a gentle bride; Her face was fair, but was not that which made The Starlight of his Boyhood;— as he stood Even at the Altar, o'er his brow there came The self-same aspect, and the quivering shock That in the antique Oratory shook His bosom in its solitude; and then— As in that hour— a moment o'er his...