The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 sidor |
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... heart , And to - morrow unites us no more to part . " " And where should our bridal couch be spread ? In the midst of the dying and the dead ? For to - morrow we give to the slaughter and flame The sons and the shrines of the Christian ...
... heart , And to - morrow unites us no more to part . " " And where should our bridal couch be spread ? In the midst of the dying and the dead ? For to - morrow we give to the slaughter and flame The sons and the shrines of the Christian ...
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... heart , Which fixed him beyond the power to start . Though slight was the grasp so mortal cold , He could not loose him from its hold ; But never did clasp of one so dear Strike on the pulse with such feeling of fear , As those thin ...
... heart , Which fixed him beyond the power to start . Though slight was the grasp so mortal cold , He could not loose him from its hold ; But never did clasp of one so dear Strike on the pulse with such feeling of fear , As those thin ...
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... heart within thee is not changed , Then God and man are both avenged ; Dark will thy doom be , darker still Thine immortality of ill . " Alp looked to heaven , and saw on high The sign she spake of in the sky ; But his heart was swollen ...
... heart within thee is not changed , Then God and man are both avenged ; Dark will thy doom be , darker still Thine immortality of ill . " Alp looked to heaven , and saw on high The sign she spake of in the sky ; But his heart was swollen ...
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... heart can declare That pleasure existed while passion was there ? In the days of my youth , when the heart's in the spring , And dreams that affection can never take wing , I had friends ! who has not ? but what BYRON .
... heart can declare That pleasure existed while passion was there ? In the days of my youth , when the heart's in the spring , And dreams that affection can never take wing , I had friends ! who has not ? but what BYRON .
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... heart death could not keep from o'er- For thee , immortal essence as thou art ! [ flowing Great is their love , who love in sin and fear ; And such , I feel , are waging in my heart A war unworthy : to an Adamite Forgive , my Seraph ...
... heart death could not keep from o'er- For thee , immortal essence as thou art ! [ flowing Great is their love , who love in sin and fear ; And such , I feel , are waging in my heart A war unworthy : to an Adamite Forgive , my Seraph ...
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Sida 167 - 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 ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean , This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Sida 167 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Sida 195 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Sida 65 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea. And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free, For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Sida 85 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Sida 49 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : — From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence, xc.
Sida 148 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Sida 146 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar...
Sida 67 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! 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 Heracleidan blood might own.
Sida 150 - 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!