The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 sidor |
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... streak : Where was the play of her soft lips fled ? Gone was the smile that enliven'd their red . The ocean's calm within their view , Beside her eye had less of blue ; But like that cold wave it stood still , And 2 BYRON .
... streak : Where was the play of her soft lips fled ? Gone was the smile that enliven'd their red . The ocean's calm within their view , Beside her eye had less of blue ; But like that cold wave it stood still , And 2 BYRON .
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... stood still , And its glance , though clear , was chill . Around her form a thin robe twining , Nought concealed her bosom shining ; Through the parting of her hair , Floating darkly downward there , Her rounded arm showed white and ...
... stood still , And its glance , though clear , was chill . Around her form a thin robe twining , Nought concealed her bosom shining ; Through the parting of her hair , Floating darkly downward there , Her rounded arm showed white and ...
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... stood Starlike , around , until they gather'd to a god ! And if it be Prometheus stole from Heaven The fire which we endure , it was repaid By him to whom the energy was given , Which this poetic marble hath array'd With an eternal ...
... stood Starlike , around , until they gather'd to a god ! And if it be Prometheus stole from Heaven The fire which we endure , it was repaid By him to whom the energy was given , Which this poetic marble hath array'd With an eternal ...
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... Stood Christian , with his arms across his chest . The ruddy , reckless , dauntless hue once spread Along his cheek was livid now as lead ; His light - brown locks so graceful in their flow Now rose like startled vipers o'er his brow ...
... Stood Christian , with his arms across his chest . The ruddy , reckless , dauntless hue once spread Along his cheek was livid now as lead ; His light - brown locks so graceful in their flow Now rose like startled vipers o'er his brow ...
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... stood , Offering to him , and his , a populous solitude . A populous solitude of bees and birds , And fairy - form'd , and many - colour'd things , Who worship him with notes more sweet than words , And innocently open their glad wings ...
... stood , Offering to him , and his , a populous solitude . A populous solitude of bees and birds , And fairy - form'd , and many - colour'd things , Who worship him with notes more sweet than words , And innocently open their glad wings ...
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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...