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... ah , no ! ' Tis but a Turkish tomb . 4 . Through sounds of foaming waterfalls , I hear a voice exclaim- My way - worn countryman , who calls On distant England's name . 5 . A shot is fired by foe or friend 26 POEMS .
... ah , no ! ' Tis but a Turkish tomb . 4 . Through sounds of foaming waterfalls , I hear a voice exclaim- My way - worn countryman , who calls On distant England's name . 5 . A shot is fired by foe or friend 26 POEMS .
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... ' mid thunder peals can hear Our signal of distress ? 7 . And who that heard our shouts would rise To try the dubious road ? Nor rather deem from nightly cries That outlaws were abroad . 8 : Clouds burst , skies flash , oh , POEMS . 27.
... ' mid thunder peals can hear Our signal of distress ? 7 . And who that heard our shouts would rise To try the dubious road ? Nor rather deem from nightly cries That outlaws were abroad . 8 : Clouds burst , skies flash , oh , POEMS . 27.
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... part , Give , oh , give me back my heart ! Or , since that has left my breast , Keep it now , and take the rest ! Hear my vow before I go , Ζώη με , σας ἀγαπῶ . 2 . By those tresses unconfined , Wooed by each 36 POEMS . Song.
... part , Give , oh , give me back my heart ! Or , since that has left my breast , Keep it now , and take the rest ! Hear my vow before I go , Ζώη με , σας ἀγαπῶ . 2 . By those tresses unconfined , Wooed by each 36 POEMS . Song.
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... hear a voice I would not hear , A voice that now might well be still , Yet oft my doubting soul ' twill shake : Ev'n slumber owns its gentle tone , Till consciousness will vainly wake To listen , though the dream be flown . 4 . Sweet ...
... hear a voice I would not hear , A voice that now might well be still , Yet oft my doubting soul ' twill shake : Ev'n slumber owns its gentle tone , Till consciousness will vainly wake To listen , though the dream be flown . 4 . Sweet ...
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... . AH ! Love was never yet without The pang , the agony , the doubt , Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh , While day and night roll darkling by . 2 . Without one friend to hear my woe , 104 POEMS . Origin of Love Remember.
... . AH ! Love was never yet without The pang , the agony , the doubt , Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh , While day and night roll darkling by . 2 . Without one friend to hear my woe , 104 POEMS . Origin of Love Remember.
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The works of lord Byron, Volym 4 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1823 |
The works of lord Byron, Volym 4 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1830 |
The works of lord Byron, Volym 4 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1823 |
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Abydos art thou Athens behold blest blood bloom blush bosom breast cease charms cold Constantinople could'st dare dark dead dear death deemed doomed dread dream earth eyes fair fame FAREWELL fear feel Fiend's arch fire from heaven fled flowers frigate Galilee gaze Genevra glance Haideé harp hath heaven HEBREW MELODIES hope hour Judah's JUVENAL light living lonely love thee loved in vain lute Mariamne mirth mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night Note o'er once pain pangs perchance Pindus remember repine Romaic SAW THEE scene shine shone sigh silent sleep smile soar song Sorrow soul sound Sparta STANZAS sweet tears thine thing thou art thou canst thou hast thought throne THY DAYS thy fall thy heart Thyrza triumph Turkish twill vainly voice WALKS IN BEAUTY weep wept withered ἀγαπῶ Ζώη Ζώη με
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Sida 201 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, 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.
Sida 152 - 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.
Sida 201 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, 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...
Sida 202 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Sida 165 - Away in Beauty's Bloom OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Sida 9 - The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell, Cast crowns for rosaries away, An empire for a cell...
Sida 166 - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year ; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom. And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream. And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step...
Sida 187 - A captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, He heard the King's command, He saw that writing's truth. The lamps around were bright, The prophecy in view; He read it on that night, — The morrow proved it true. " Belshazzar's grave is made, His kingdom...
Sida 159 - d race ; For, taking root, it there remains In solitary grace : It cannot quit its place of birth, It will not live in other earth. But we must wander witheringly, In other lands to die; And where our fathers...
Sida 13 - Wilt thou withstand the shock? And share with him, the unforgiven, His vulture and his rock? Foredoomed by God — by man accurst, And that last act, though not thy worst, The very Fiend's arch mock ! He, in his fall preserved his pride, And, if a mortal; had as proudly died!