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... ! Is this the man of thousand thrones , Who strewed our Earth with hostile bones ? And can he thus survive ? Since he , miscalled the Morning Star , Nor man nor fiend hath fall'n so far . II . Ill - minded man ! why scourge thy.
... ! Is this the man of thousand thrones , Who strewed our Earth with hostile bones ? And can he thus survive ? Since he , miscalled the Morning Star , Nor man nor fiend hath fall'n so far . II . Ill - minded man ! why scourge thy.
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... hath been the grave To those that worshipped thee ; Nor , till thy fall , could mortals guess Ambition's less than littleness ! III . Thanks for that lesson - it will teach To after - warriors more Than high Philosophy can preach , And ...
... hath been the grave To those that worshipped thee ; Nor , till thy fall , could mortals guess Ambition's less than littleness ! III . Thanks for that lesson - it will teach To after - warriors more Than high Philosophy can preach , And ...
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... hath been The footstool of a thing so mean ; X. And Earth hath spilt her blood for him , NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . 9.
... hath been The footstool of a thing so mean ; X. And Earth hath spilt her blood for him , NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . 9.
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) X. And Earth hath spilt her blood for him , Who thus can hoard his own ! And Monarchs bowed the trembling limb , And thanked him for a throne ! Fair Freedom ! we may hold thee dear , When thus thy ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) X. And Earth hath spilt her blood for him , Who thus can hoard his own ! And Monarchs bowed the trembling limb , And thanked him for a throne ! Fair Freedom ! we may hold thee dear , When thus thy ...
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... hath now Transferred his by - word to thy brow . XV . Thou Timour ! in his captive's cage 5 What thoughts will there be thine , While brooding in thy prisoned rage ? But one- " The world was mine ? " Unless , like he of Babylon , All ...
... hath now Transferred his by - word to thy brow . XV . Thou Timour ! in his captive's cage 5 What thoughts will there be thine , While brooding in thy prisoned rage ? But one- " The world was mine ? " Unless , like he of Babylon , All ...
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Abydos art thou Athens behold blest blood bloom blush bosom breast cease charms cold Constantinople could'st dare dark dead dear death deemed doomed dread dream earth eyes fair fame FAREWELL fear feel Fiend's arch fire from heaven fled flowers frigate Galilee gaze Genevra glance Haideé harp hath heaven HEBREW MELODIES hope hour Judah's JUVENAL light living lonely love thee loved in vain lute Mariamne mirth mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night Note o'er once pain pangs perchance Pindus remember repine Romaic SAW THEE scene shine shone sigh silent sleep smile soar song Sorrow soul sound Sparta STANZAS sweet tears thine thing thou art thou canst thou hast thought throne THY DAYS thy fall thy heart Thyrza triumph Turkish twill vainly voice WALKS IN BEAUTY weep wept withered ἀγαπῶ Ζώη Ζώη με
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Էջ 201 - 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. 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.
Էջ 152 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Էջ 201 - 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...
Էջ 202 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Էջ 165 - Away in Beauty's Bloom OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Էջ 9 - The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell, Cast crowns for rosaries away, An empire for a cell...
Էջ 166 - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year ; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom. And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream. And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step...
Էջ 187 - A captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, He heard the King's command, He saw that writing's truth. The lamps around were bright, The prophecy in view; He read it on that night, — The morrow proved it true. " Belshazzar's grave is made, His kingdom...
Էջ 159 - d race ; For, taking root, it there remains In solitary grace : It cannot quit its place of birth, It will not live in other earth. But we must wander witheringly, In other lands to die; And where our fathers...
Էջ 13 - Wilt thou withstand the shock? And share with him, the unforgiven, His vulture and his rock? Foredoomed by God — by man accurst, And that last act, though not thy worst, The very Fiend's arch mock ! He, in his fall preserved his pride, And, if a mortal; had as proudly died!