The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Հատոր 4,Մաս 2J. Murray, 1873 |
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... Freedom , " & c . Epigram . " The World is a Bundle of Hay , " & c . The Charity Ball • • Epigram on the Braziers ' Company having resolved to present an Address to Queen Caroline Epigram on my Wedding - Day . To Penelope On my Thirty ...
... Freedom , " & c . Epigram . " The World is a Bundle of Hay , " & c . The Charity Ball • • Epigram on the Braziers ' Company having resolved to present an Address to Queen Caroline Epigram on my Wedding - Day . To Penelope On my Thirty ...
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... freedom the mere numbness of his chain ; And then he talks of life , and how again He feels his spirits soaring - albeit weak , And of the fresher air , which he would seek ; And as he whispers knows not that he gasps , That his thin ...
... freedom the mere numbness of his chain ; And then he talks of life , and how again He feels his spirits soaring - albeit weak , And of the fresher air , which he would seek ; And as he whispers knows not that he gasps , That his thin ...
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... Freedom's fountains , when the crowd , Madden'd with centuries of drought , are loud , And trample on each other to obtain The cup which brings oblivion of a chain Heavy and sore , in which long yoked they plough'd The sand , or if ...
... Freedom's fountains , when the crowd , Madden'd with centuries of drought , are loud , And trample on each other to obtain The cup which brings oblivion of a chain Heavy and sore , in which long yoked they plough'd The sand , or if ...
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... Freedom to her glorious struggles ; Yet she but shares with them a common woe , And call'd the " kingdom " of a conquering foe , But knows what all - and , most of all , we know— With what set gilded terms a tyrant juggles ! IV . The ...
... Freedom to her glorious struggles ; Yet she but shares with them a common woe , And call'd the " kingdom " of a conquering foe , But knows what all - and , most of all , we know— With what set gilded terms a tyrant juggles ! IV . The ...
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... freedom due , For which we render thanks to him and you . LXXXI . " You saved at once our life and soul : such fear The giants caused us , that the way was lost By which we could pursue a fit career In search of Jesus and the saintly ...
... freedom due , For which we render thanks to him and you . LXXXI . " You saved at once our life and soul : such fear The giants caused us , that the way was lost By which we could pursue a fit career In search of Jesus and the saintly ...
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The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: With a Memoir : Ten Volumes in Five, Հատոր 5 George Gordon Byron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1877 |
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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.