The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 sidor |
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... passed his hand athwart his face ; Like one in dreary musing mood , Declining was his attitude ; His head was drooping on his breast , Fever'd , throbbing , and opprest ; And o'er his brow , so downward bent , Oft his beating fingers ...
... passed his hand athwart his face ; Like one in dreary musing mood , Declining was his attitude ; His head was drooping on his breast , Fever'd , throbbing , and opprest ; And o'er his brow , so downward bent , Oft his beating fingers ...
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... passed the guards , the gate , the wall ; Sought thee in safety through foes and all . " Tis said the lion will turn and flee From a maid in the pride of her purity ; And the power on high , that can shield the good Thus from the tyrant ...
... passed the guards , the gate , the wall ; Sought thee in safety through foes and all . " Tis said the lion will turn and flee From a maid in the pride of her purity ; And the power on high , that can shield the good Thus from the tyrant ...
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... passing , and will pass full soon- If , by the time its vapoury sail Hath ceased her shaded orb to veil , Thy heart within thee is not changed , Then God and man are both avenged ; Dark will thy doom be , darker still Thine immortality ...
... passing , and will pass full soon- If , by the time its vapoury sail Hath ceased her shaded orb to veil , Thy heart within thee is not changed , Then God and man are both avenged ; Dark will thy doom be , darker still Thine immortality ...
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... passing ; it is flown : Full on his eye the clear moon shone , And thus he spake- " Whate'er my fate ; I am no changeling - ' tis too late : The reed in storms may bow and quiver , Then rise again ; the tree must shiver . What Venice ...
... passing ; it is flown : Full on his eye the clear moon shone , And thus he spake- " Whate'er my fate ; I am no changeling - ' tis too late : The reed in storms may bow and quiver , Then rise again ; the tree must shiver . What Venice ...
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... passed Beyond the Russian batteries a few toises , When up the bristling Moslem rose at last , Answering the Christian thunders with like voices ; Then one vast fire , air , earth , and stream embraced , Which rocked as ' twere beneath ...
... passed Beyond the Russian batteries a few toises , When up the bristling Moslem rose at last , Answering the Christian thunders with like voices ; Then one vast fire , air , earth , and stream embraced , Which rocked as ' twere beneath ...
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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!