Poetry of Byron: Chosen and ArrangedMacmillan and Company, 1892 - 276 sidor |
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... fear . Yet Love , if Love in such an hour Could nobly check its useless sighs , Might then exert its latest power In her who lives and him who dies . ' Twere sweet , my Psyche ! to the last Thy features still serene to see : Forgetful ...
... fear . Yet Love , if Love in such an hour Could nobly check its useless sighs , Might then exert its latest power In her who lives and him who dies . ' Twere sweet , my Psyche ! to the last Thy features still serene to see : Forgetful ...
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... - ' twas a pleasing fear , For I was as it were a child of thee , And trusted to thy billows far and near , And laid my hand upon thy mane - as I do here . “ SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY . " SHE walks in PERSONAL , LYRIC , AND ELEGIAC . 45.
... - ' twas a pleasing fear , For I was as it were a child of thee , And trusted to thy billows far and near , And laid my hand upon thy mane - as I do here . “ SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY . " SHE walks in PERSONAL , LYRIC , AND ELEGIAC . 45.
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... fear Which mar our royal mirth . ” Chaldea's seers are good , But here they have no skill ; And the unknown letters stood Untold and awful still . And Babel's men of age Are wise and deep in lore ; But now they were not sage , They saw ...
... fear Which mar our royal mirth . ” Chaldea's seers are good , But here they have no skill ; And the unknown letters stood Untold and awful still . And Babel's men of age Are wise and deep in lore ; But now they were not sage , They saw ...
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... fear In humblest guise have shown . Oh ! ne'er may tyrant leave behind A brighter name to lure mankind ! Thine evil deeds are writ in gore , Nor written thus in vain- Thy triumphs tell of fame no more , Or deepen every stain : If thou ...
... fear In humblest guise have shown . Oh ! ne'er may tyrant leave behind A brighter name to lure mankind ! Thine evil deeds are writ in gore , Nor written thus in vain- Thy triumphs tell of fame no more , Or deepen every stain : If thou ...
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... To hear each voice we fear'd to hear no more ! · Behold each mighty shade reveal'd to sight , The Bactrian , Samian sage , and all who taught the right ! “ ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY - SIXTH PERSONAL , LYRIC , AND ELEGIAC . 71.
... To hear each voice we fear'd to hear no more ! · Behold each mighty shade reveal'd to sight , The Bactrian , Samian sage , and all who taught the right ! “ ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY - SIXTH PERSONAL , LYRIC , AND ELEGIAC . 71.
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Adah Arqua art thou ASTARTE beautiful behold beneath blood blue breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow Byron Cain Canto CHAMOIS cheek CHILDE HAROLD clime clouds cold dare dark dead death deep didst DON JUAN dost dread dream dwell earth eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair Farewell fear feel foam foes gaze gentle Giaour glory Goethe grave Greece hand hath heart heaven heaving Hellespont hour immortal light limbs live lone look look'd Lucifer MANFRED MATTHEW ARNOLD mortal mountains ne'er never night o'er ocean PARISINA pass'd poet poetry rock roll'd rose round Samian wine seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh slave smile soul spirit Stanzas stars steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tomb turn'd twas Twere voice waters wave weep wild wind Wordsworth youth
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Sida 65 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Sida 50 - 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.
Sida 91 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Sida 111 - I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped 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 hailed the wretch who won.
Sida 92 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness...
Sida 66 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Sida 112 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire. And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire.
Sida 94 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
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 1 What, silent still?
Sida 21 - Yet did I love thee to the last As fervently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now. The love where Death has set his seal, Nor age can chill, nor rival steal, Nor falsehood disavow: And, what were worse, thou canst not see Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.