Poetry of Byron: Chosen and ArrangedMacmillan and Company, 1892 - 276 sidor |
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... walls , If Cadiz yet be free , At times from out her latticed halls Look o'er the dark blue sea ; Then think upon Calypso's isles , Endear❜d by days gone by ; To others give a thousand smiles , To me a single sigh . And when the ...
... walls , If Cadiz yet be free , At times from out her latticed halls Look o'er the dark blue sea ; Then think upon Calypso's isles , Endear❜d by days gone by ; To others give a thousand smiles , To me a single sigh . And when the ...
Sida 36
... walls there was a steed caparison'd : Within an antique Oratory stood The Boy of whom I spake ; —he was alone , And pale , and pacing to and fro : anon He sate him down , and seized a pen , and traced Words which I could not guess of ...
... walls there was a steed caparison'd : Within an antique Oratory stood The Boy of whom I spake ; —he was alone , And pale , and pacing to and fro : anon He sate him down , and seized a pen , and traced Words which I could not guess of ...
Sida 37
... walls that had survived the names Of those who rear'd them ; by his sleeping side Stood camels grazing , and some goodly steeds Were fasten'd near a fountain ; and a man Clad in a flowing garb did watch the while , While many of his ...
... walls that had survived the names Of those who rear'd them ; by his sleeping side Stood camels grazing , and some goodly steeds Were fasten'd near a fountain ; and a man Clad in a flowing garb did watch the while , While many of his ...
Sida 44
... walls Of rock - built cities , bidding nations quake , And monarchs tremble in their capitals , The oak leviathans , whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee , and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ...
... walls Of rock - built cities , bidding nations quake , And monarchs tremble in their capitals , The oak leviathans , whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee , and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ...
Sida 49
... wall , And wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; — A solitary hand Along the letters ran , And traced them like a wand . The monarch saw , and shook , And bade no more rejoice ; All bloodless wax'd his look , And tremulous his ...
... wall , And wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; — A solitary hand Along the letters ran , And traced them like a wand . The monarch saw , and shook , And bade no more rejoice ; All bloodless wax'd his look , And tremulous his ...
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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.