The works of lord Byron, Volym 1John Murray, Albemarle-Street, 1823 |
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... seem'd : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd— To such as see thee not my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ? Ah ! may'st thou ever be ...
... seem'd : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd— To such as see thee not my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ? Ah ! may'st thou ever be ...
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... seem'd to him more lone than Eremite's sad cell . V. For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run , Nor made atonement when he did amiss , Had sigh'd to many though he loved but one , And that loved one , alas ! could ne'er be his . Ah ...
... seem'd to him more lone than Eremite's sad cell . V. For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run , Nor made atonement when he did amiss , Had sigh'd to many though he loved but one , And that loved one , alas ! could ne'er be his . Ah ...
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... seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things unsightly to strange ee ; For hut and palace show like filthily : The dingy denizens are rear'd in dirt ; Ne personage of high or mean degree Doth care for cleanness ...
... seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things unsightly to strange ee ; For hut and palace show like filthily : The dingy denizens are rear'd in dirt ; Ne personage of high or mean degree Doth care for cleanness ...
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... seem , Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings . ( 16 ) LXXXIII . Yet to the beauteous form he was not blind , Though now it moved him as it moves the wise ; Not that ...
... seem , Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings . ( 16 ) LXXXIII . Yet to the beauteous form he was not blind , Though now it moved him as it moves the wise ; Not that ...
Sida 66
... demon Thought . 7 . Yet others rapt in pleasure seem , And taste of all that I forsake ; Oh ! may they still of transport dream , And ne er , at least like me , awake ! 8 . Through many a clime ' tis mine to 66 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... demon Thought . 7 . Yet others rapt in pleasure seem , And taste of all that I forsake ; Oh ! may they still of transport dream , And ne er , at least like me , awake ! 8 . Through many a clime ' tis mine to 66 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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Sida 240 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Sida 255 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, •which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Sida 228 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.
Sida 260 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Sida 52 - Her lover sinks — she sheds no ill-timed tear ; Her chief is slain — she fills his fatal post ; Her fellows flee — she checks their base career ; The foe retires — she heads the sallying host...
Sida 241 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Sida 239 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Sida 238 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
Sida 44 - What gallant war-hounds rouse them from their lair, And gnash their fangs, loud yelling for the prey ! All join the chase, but few the triumph share ; The Grave shall bear the chiefest prize away, And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array.
Sida 249 - Their breath is agitation, and their life A storm whereon they ride, to sink at last, And yet so nursed and bigoted to strife, That should their days, surviving perils past, Melt to calm twilight, they feel overcast With sorrow and supineness, and so die; Even as a flame unfed, which runs to waste With its own flickering, or a sword laid by, Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.