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... thee obey , and gave me to command ; Thee on whose head a few short years will shower The gifts of riches and the pride of power ; E'en now a name illustrious is thine own , Renowned in rank , not far beneath the throne . Yet Dorset ...
... thee obey , and gave me to command ; Thee on whose head a few short years will shower The gifts of riches and the pride of power ; E'en now a name illustrious is thine own , Renowned in rank , not far beneath the throne . Yet Dorset ...
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... thee , boy , forbear ; For well I know that virtue lingers there . Yes ! I have marked thee many a passing day , But now new scenes invite me far away ; Yes I have marked within that generous mind A soul , if well matured , to bless ...
... thee , boy , forbear ; For well I know that virtue lingers there . Yes ! I have marked thee many a passing day , But now new scenes invite me far away ; Yes I have marked within that generous mind A soul , if well matured , to bless ...
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Fain would I view thee , with prophetic eyes , Exalted more among the good and wise , A glorious and a long career pursue , As first in rank , the first in talent too : Spurn every vice , each little ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Fain would I view thee , with prophetic eyes , Exalted more among the good and wise , A glorious and a long career pursue , As first in rank , the first in talent too : Spurn every vice , each little ...
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... thee no more I hope to trace The recollection of our early race ; No more , as once , in social hours rejoice , Or ... thee glorious as he found thee great . ON LEAVING NEWSTEAD ABBEY . THROUGH thy battlements , Newstead 34 HOURS OF ...
... thee no more I hope to trace The recollection of our early race ; No more , as once , in social hours rejoice , Or ... thee glorious as he found thee great . ON LEAVING NEWSTEAD ABBEY . THROUGH thy battlements , Newstead 34 HOURS OF ...
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... thee I fondly hoped to clasp A friend , whom death alone could sever ; Till envy , with malignant grasp , Detached thee from my breast for ever . True , she has forced thee from my breast , 40 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
... thee I fondly hoped to clasp A friend , whom death alone could sever ; Till envy , with malignant grasp , Detached thee from my breast for ever . True , she has forced thee from my breast , 40 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
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art thou bard beam beauty behold beneath bless blest blood bosom breast breath brow Calmar canst CATULLUS charms cheek chief cold dare dark dead dear death deep dread dream dwell e'en earth expire fair fairy bowers falchion fame fate fear feel flow fond forget friendship gaze glory glow grave Greece grief hate hath heart heaven hope hour immortal kiss Latian live Lochlin Lord Byron lyre Mathon mind mingle Morven mourn muse NAPOLEON BONAPARTE ne'er never NEWFOUNDLAND DOG NEWSTEAD ABBEY night numbers o'er once Orla Oscar pangs perchance praise pride Probus remembrance rise roll Samian wine scene seek shade shine shore sigh sleep slumber smile soar soft song soothe sorrow soul spirit strain sweet tears thee thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought throng trembling truth voice wandering wave weep wild wings youth
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Sida 318 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Sida 214 - 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 319 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? 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...
Sida 192 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel „ While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Sida 320 - 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 265 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Sida 332 - 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!
Sida 240 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Sida 320 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
Sida 214 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...