The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Հատոր 4,Մաս 2J. Murray, 1873 |
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... o'er - my pleasant task is done : - My long - sustaining friend of many years ! If I do blot thy final page with tears , Know , that my sorrows have wrung from me none . But thou , my young creation ! my soul's child ! Which ever ...
... o'er - my pleasant task is done : - My long - sustaining friend of many years ! If I do blot thy final page with tears , Know , that my sorrows have wrung from me none . But thou , my young creation ! my soul's child ! Which ever ...
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... o'er - labour'd mind , And dim the little light that's left behind With needless torture , as their tyrant will Is wound up to the lust of doing ill : 2 With these and with their victims am I class'd , ' Mid sounds and sights like these ...
... o'er - labour'd mind , And dim the little light that's left behind With needless torture , as their tyrant will Is wound up to the lust of doing ill : 2 With these and with their victims am I class'd , ' Mid sounds and sights like these ...
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... o'er me , and said , Of such materials wretched men were made , And such a truant boy would end in woe , And that the only lesson was a blow ; And then they smote me , and I did not weep , But cursed them in my heart , and to my haunt ...
... o'er me , and said , Of such materials wretched men were made , And such a truant boy would end in woe , And that the only lesson was a blow ; And then they smote me , and I did not weep , But cursed them in my heart , and to my haunt ...
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... o'er ; My scars are callous , or I should have dash'd My brain against these bars , as the sun flash'd In mockery through them : If I bear and bore The much I have recounted , and the more Which hath no words , - ' tis that I would not ...
... o'er ; My scars are callous , or I should have dash'd My brain against these bars , as the sun flash'd In mockery through them : If I bear and bore The much I have recounted , and the more Which hath no words , - ' tis that I would not ...
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... o'er thy unpeopled walls ! And thou , Leonora ! thou - who wert ashamed That such as I could love -- who blush'd to hear To less than monarchs that thou couldst be dear , Go ! tell thy brother , that my heart , untamed By grief , years ...
... o'er thy unpeopled walls ! And thou , Leonora ! thou - who wert ashamed That such as I could love -- who blush'd to hear To less than monarchs that thou couldst be dear , Go ! tell thy brother , that my heart , untamed By grief , years ...
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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.