Lord Byron's Works ...F. Louis, 1821 |
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Sida 73
... Nature's varied favourite now : Thy fanes , thy temples to thy surface bow , Commingling slowly with heroic earth , Broke by the share of every rustic plough : So perish monuments of mortal birth , So perish all in turn , save well ...
... Nature's varied favourite now : Thy fanes , thy temples to thy surface bow , Commingling slowly with heroic earth , Broke by the share of every rustic plough : So perish monuments of mortal birth , So perish all in turn , save well ...
Sida 74
... Nature still is fair . LXXXVIII . Where'er we tread ' tis haunted , holy ground ; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould , But one vast realm of wonder spreads arounds , And all the Muse's tales seem truly told , Till the sense aches ...
... Nature still is fair . LXXXVIII . Where'er we tread ' tis haunted , holy ground ; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould , But one vast realm of wonder spreads arounds , And all the Muse's tales seem truly told , Till the sense aches ...
Sida 82
... Nature's hand . XI . But who can view the ripened rose , nor seek To wear it ? who can curiously behold The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek , Nor feel the heart can never all grow old ? Who can contemplate Fame through clouds ...
... Nature's hand . XI . But who can view the ripened rose , nor seek To wear it ? who can curiously behold The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek , Nor feel the heart can never all grow old ? Who can contemplate Fame through clouds ...
Sida 85
... Nature's pages glass'd by sunbeams on the lake . XIV . Like the Chaldean , he could watch the stars , Till he had peopled them with beings bright As their own beams ; and earth , an earth - born jars , And human frailties , were ...
... Nature's pages glass'd by sunbeams on the lake . XIV . Like the Chaldean , he could watch the stars , Till he had peopled them with beings bright As their own beams ; and earth , an earth - born jars , And human frailties , were ...
Sida 88
... 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 Which now beneath them , but above shall In its next verdure , when the ...
... 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 Which now beneath them , but above shall In its next verdure , when the ...
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ABBOT OF SAINT Albania Alhama art thou ASTARTE beauty behold beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow Cavalier Servente CHAMOIS HUNTER charm Childe Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clouds cold courser dare dark dead death deemed deep dost doth dread dream dust dwell earth eyes fair fame fear feel gaze Giaour glory glow grave Greece hand hast hath heart heaven hope hour hues Idlesse immortal land light limbs live lone look MANFRED Mazeppa mighty mind mingling mortal mountains ne'er never night nought o'er once pang pass Pindus rock round SAINT MAURICE scarce scene shine shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent skies smile song soul spirit star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thousand throne tomb twas Venice voice walls wandering waves wild wind youth
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Sida 179 - 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: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Sida 225 - 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 withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Sida 218 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Sida 120 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Sida 167 - 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 181 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless...
Sida 88 - 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 105 - When elements to elements conform. And dust is as it should be, shall I not Feel all I see, less dazzling, but more warm ? The bodiless thought?
Sida 128 - Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other climes' fertility ; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
Sida 99 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old, — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.