The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Poems. Hebrew melodiesJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... light and pangless dart , Once long for him thou ne'er shalt see , Who held , and holds thee in his heart ? Oh ! who like him had watched thee here ? Or sadly marked thy glazing eye , In that dread hour ere death appear , When silent ...
... light and pangless dart , Once long for him thou ne'er shalt see , Who held , and holds thee in his heart ? Oh ! who like him had watched thee here ? Or sadly marked thy glazing eye , In that dread hour ere death appear , When silent ...
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... light unmeaning thing That smiles with all , and weeps with none . It was not thus in days more dear , It never would have been , but thou Hast fled , and left me lonely here ; Thou'rt nothing , all are nothing now . 3 . In vain my lyre ...
... light unmeaning thing That smiles with all , and weeps with none . It was not thus in days more dear , It never would have been , but thou Hast fled , and left me lonely here ; Thou'rt nothing , all are nothing now . 3 . In vain my lyre ...
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... heart is lonely still ! 4 . On many a lone and lovely night It soothed to gaze upon the sky ; For then I deemed the heav'nly light Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye : And oft I thought at Cynthia's noon , When sailing 62 POEMS .
... heart is lonely still ! 4 . On many a lone and lovely night It soothed to gaze upon the sky ; For then I deemed the heav'nly light Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye : And oft I thought at Cynthia's noon , When sailing 62 POEMS .
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... . 13 . But thou , with spirit frail and light , Wilt shine awhile and pass away ; As glow - worms sparkle through the night , But dare not stand the test of day . 14 . Alas ! whenever folly calls Where parasites and 86 POEMS .
... . 13 . But thou , with spirit frail and light , Wilt shine awhile and pass away ; As glow - worms sparkle through the night , But dare not stand the test of day . 14 . Alas ! whenever folly calls Where parasites and 86 POEMS .
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... light , But could not add a night to woe ; For then , however drear and dark , My soul was suited to thy sky ; One star alone shot forth a spark To prove thee - not Eternity . That beam hath sunk , and now thou art A 102 POEMS .
... light , But could not add a night to woe ; For then , however drear and dark , My soul was suited to thy sky ; One star alone shot forth a spark To prove thee - not Eternity . That beam hath sunk , and now thou art A 102 POEMS .
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Abydos art thou Athens beam behold blest blood bloom blush bosom breast cease charms cold Constantinople could'st dare dark dead dear death deemed doomed dream earth fair fame fear feel Fiend's arch mock fire from heaven fled flowers frigate Galilee gaze Genevra glance glory 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 pangs perchance Pindus remember repine Romaic Saul SAW THEE scene shine shone sigh silent smile song Sons of Greeks Sorrow soul sound Sparta STANZAS sweet tears thine thing thou art thou canst thou hast thought throne THY DAYS thy fall Thyrza tomb triumph Turkish twill vainly voice WALKS IN BEAUTY weep wept withered Ζώη σὰς ἀγαπῶ
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Էջ 148 - 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 199 - 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 134 - 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. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel...
Էջ 200 - 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 71 - 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. I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not...
Էջ 198 - 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.
Էջ 74 - As once I wept, if I could weep My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
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 183 - In that same hour and hall, The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall, And wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; A solitary hand Along the letters ran And traced them like a wand.
Էջ 164 - ... 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!