The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 sidor |
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... sigh . Was it the wind , through some hollow stone , Sent that soft and tender moan ? He lifted his head , and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He look'd on the long grass - it waved not a blade ; How was ...
... sigh . Was it the wind , through some hollow stone , Sent that soft and tender moan ? He lifted his head , and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He look'd on the long grass - it waved not a blade ; How was ...
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... sighs to grant With half the fervour Hate bestows Upon the last embrace of foes , When grappling in the fight they fold Those arms that ne'er shall loose their hold : Friends meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; True foes , once met ...
... sighs to grant With half the fervour Hate bestows Upon the last embrace of foes , When grappling in the fight they fold Those arms that ne'er shall loose their hold : Friends meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; True foes , once met ...
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... sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild seamew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native Land - Good night ! " A few short hours and He will rise To give the Morrow ...
... sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild seamew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native Land - Good night ! " A few short hours and He will rise To give the Morrow ...
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... sigh Till I come back again .'— Enough , enough , my little lad ! Such tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , 66 Mine own would not be dry . " Come hither , hither , my staunch yeoman , Why dost thou look so pale ? Or ...
... sigh Till I come back again .'— Enough , enough , my little lad ! Such tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , 66 Mine own would not be dry . " Come hither , hither , my staunch yeoman , Why dost thou look so pale ? Or ...
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... sighs Of wife or paramour ? Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasures ... sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again , He ...
... sighs Of wife or paramour ? Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasures ... sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again , He ...
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arms art thou aught Ave Maria beam beauty behold beneath blest blood blue bosom breast breath brow capital punishments Carthage charm cheek Clarens clouds dark dead death deep dread dream e'er eagle passes earth Egeria eternal face fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle GIAOUR glance glow gondolier grave grief hand hath heart heaven hope hour human clay JUNGFRAU Kaled knew light lips living lone look look'd mortal mountains Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once pale passion pause pride rill Rome rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd Seraph shine shone shore sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd stars stood sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought trembling twas twill waters wave weep wert Whate'er wild wind wing wither'd youth Zuleika
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Sida 66 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ! Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
Sida 52 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Sida 66 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Sida 148 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Sida 146 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Sida 66 - On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heraclcidan blood might own.
Sida 117 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Sida 63 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Sida 150 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Sida 164 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...