The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Հատոր 4,Մաս 2J. Murray, 1873 |
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... undermines our Stoical success ? No - still too proud to be vindictive -- I Have pardon'd princes ' insults , and would die . Yes , Sister of my Sovereign ! for thy sake I weed all bitterness from out my breast , It THE LAMENT OF TASSO .
... undermines our Stoical success ? No - still too proud to be vindictive -- I Have pardon'd princes ' insults , and would die . Yes , Sister of my Sovereign ! for thy sake I weed all bitterness from out my breast , It THE LAMENT OF TASSO .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. I weed all bitterness from out my breast , It hath no business where thou art a guest ; Thy brother hates - but I can not detest ; Thou pitiest not - but I can not ... breast , And foil 8 THE LAMENT OF TASSO .
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. I weed all bitterness from out my breast , It hath no business where thou art a guest ; Thy brother hates - but I can not detest ; Thou pitiest not - but I can not ... breast , And foil 8 THE LAMENT OF TASSO .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. And look to thee with undivided breast , And foil the ingenuity of Pain . VI . It is no marvel -- from my very birth My soul was drunk with love , which did pervade And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. And look to thee with undivided breast , And foil the ingenuity of Pain . VI . It is no marvel -- from my very birth My soul was drunk with love , which did pervade And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth ...
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... breast Of Mary Mother , sinless and divine ; If you acknowledge the Redeemer blest , Without whom neither sun nor star can shine , Abjure bad Macon's false and felon test , Your renegado god , and worship mine , Baptize yourself with ...
... breast Of Mary Mother , sinless and divine ; If you acknowledge the Redeemer blest , Without whom neither sun nor star can shine , Abjure bad Macon's false and felon test , Your renegado god , and worship mine , Baptize yourself with ...
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... breast that cherish'd thee was stirr'd Thy venom , and my state thou didst amerce , And doom this body forfeit to the fire . Alas ! how bitter is his country's curse To him who for that country would expire , But 80 [ Canto I. THE ...
... breast that cherish'd thee was stirr'd Thy venom , and my state thou didst amerce , And doom this body forfeit to the fire . Alas ! how bitter is his country's curse To him who for that country would expire , But 80 [ Canto I. THE ...
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Էջ 351 - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning, as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
Էջ 297 - TITAN ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise ; What was thy pity's recompense ? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
Էջ 336 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece — she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake. And then strike home!
Էջ 286 - There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay ; Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
Էջ 287 - There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the. lull'd winds seem dreaming : And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep : So the spirit bows before thee, To listen and adore thee ; With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
Էջ 294 - I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air...
Էջ 315 - Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate; And, whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate!
Էջ 221 - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.
Էջ 227 - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed nil his worth. Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth : While man, vain insect ! hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Էջ 257 - AND thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth ; And form so soft, and charms SO rare, Too soon return'd to Earth ! Though Earth received them in her bed, And o'er the spot the crowd may tread In carelessness or mirth, There is an eye which could not brook A moment on that grave to look.