The Works of Lord Byron, Volym 2J. Murray, 1823 |
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. IV . But unto us she hath a spell beyond Her name in story , and her long array Of mighty shadows , whose dim forms despond Above the dogeless city's vanish'd sway ; Ours is a trophy which will not decay ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. IV . But unto us she hath a spell beyond Her name in story , and her long array Of mighty shadows , whose dim forms despond Above the dogeless city's vanish'd sway ; Ours is a trophy which will not decay ...
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... hath many a worthier son than he . " ( 4 ) Meantime I seek no sympathies , nor need ; The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted , they have torn me , —and I bleed : I should have known what fruit would spring from such a ...
... hath many a worthier son than he . " ( 4 ) Meantime I seek no sympathies , nor need ; The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted , they have torn me , —and I bleed : I should have known what fruit would spring from such a ...
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... hath its morality . If from society we learn to live , " Tis solitude should teach us how to die ; It hath no flatterers ; vanity can give No hollow aid ; alone - man with his God must strive : XXXIV . Or , it may be , with demons CANTO ...
... hath its morality . If from society we learn to live , " Tis solitude should teach us how to die ; It hath no flatterers ; vanity can give No hollow aid ; alone - man with his God must strive : XXXIV . Or , it may be , with demons CANTO ...
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... hath not rebuilt them , but uprear'd Barbaric dwellings on their shatter'd site , Which only make more mourn'd and more endear'd The few last rays of their far - scatter'd light , And the crush'd relics of their vanish'd might . The ...
... hath not rebuilt them , but uprear'd Barbaric dwellings on their shatter'd site , Which only make more mourn'd and more endear'd The few last rays of their far - scatter'd light , And the crush'd relics of their vanish'd might . The ...
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... hath wrong'd thee with ten thousand rents Of thine imperial garment , shall deny , And hath denied , to every other sky , Spirits which soar from ruin : -thy decay Is still impregnate with divinity , Which gilds it with revivifying ray ...
... hath wrong'd thee with ten thousand rents Of thine imperial garment , shall deny , And hath denied , to every other sky , Spirits which soar from ruin : -thy decay Is still impregnate with divinity , Which gilds it with revivifying ray ...
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Sida 271 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Sida 81 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Sida 96 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Sida 96 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own.
Sida 198 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...
Sida 60 - There is a stern round tower of other days,' Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; — What was this tower of strength ? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid ? — A woman's grave.
Sida 83 - When the light shines serene but doth not glare, Then in this magic circle raise the dead : Heroes have trod this spot — 'tis on their dust ye tread. " While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand ; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall ; And when Rome falls — the World.
Sida 196 - 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...
Sida 225 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Sida 197 - Hers is the loveliness in death. That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's...