The works of ... lord Byron, Հատոր 4 |
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... hour • Song of Saul before his last battle Saul · " All is vanity , saith the Preacher " When coldness wraps this suffering clay Vision of Balshazzar • Sun of the sleepless • 158 • · 161 163 · 165 • 167 · 169 171 • 173 · 176 179 • 182 ...
... hour • Song of Saul before his last battle Saul · " All is vanity , saith the Preacher " When coldness wraps this suffering clay Vision of Balshazzar • Sun of the sleepless • 158 • · 161 163 · 165 • 167 · 169 171 • 173 · 176 179 • 182 ...
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... home . He dared depart , in utter scorn Of men that such a yoke had borne , Yet left him such a doom ! His only glory was that hour Of self - upheld abandoned power . VIII .. 4 The Spaniard , when the lust of 8 ODE TO.
... home . He dared depart , in utter scorn Of men that such a yoke had borne , Yet left him such a doom ! His only glory was that hour Of self - upheld abandoned power . VIII .. 4 The Spaniard , when the lust of 8 ODE TO.
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... hour ? Still clings she to thy side ? Must she too bend , must she too share Thy late repentance , long despair , Thou throneless Homicide ? If still she loves thee , hoard that gem , ' Tis worth thy vanished diadem ! XIV . Then haste ...
... hour ? Still clings she to thy side ? Must she too bend , must she too share Thy late repentance , long despair , Thou throneless Homicide ? If still she loves thee , hoard that gem , ' Tis worth thy vanished diadem ! XIV . Then haste ...
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... on earth : Yet here , amidst this barren isle , Where panting Nature droops the head , Where only thou art seen to smile , I view my parting hour with dread . Though far from Albin's craggy shore , Divided by the POEMS . 21 To ***
... on earth : Yet here , amidst this barren isle , Where panting Nature droops the head , Where only thou art seen to smile , I view my parting hour with dread . Though far from Albin's craggy shore , Divided by the POEMS . 21 To ***
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... hour ! More fiercely pours the storm ! Yet here one thought has still the power To keep my bosom warm . 9 . While wand'ring through each broken path , O'er brake and craggy brow ; While elements exhaust their wrath , Sweet Florence ...
... hour ! More fiercely pours the storm ! Yet here one thought has still the power To keep my bosom warm . 9 . While wand'ring through each broken path , O'er brake and craggy brow ; While elements exhaust their wrath , Sweet Florence ...
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Abydos art thou Athens beam behold blest blood bloom blush bosom breast cease charms cold could'st dare dark dead dear death deemed dream earth fair fame fear feel Fiend's arch mock fire from heaven fled flower frigate 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 SAW THEE scene shine shone sigh silent sleep smile song Sons of Greeks Sorrow soul sound Sparta spirit 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 wave weep wept withered ἀγαπῶ Ζώη Ζώη με
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Էջ 195 - 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 142 - 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!
Էջ 195 - 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 pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
Էջ 75 - 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: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell 'Tis Nothing that I loved so well.
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 181 - 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 pass'd away, He, in the balance weigh'd, Is light and worthless clay.
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 : I only know we loved in vain— I only feel — Farewell ! — Farewell ! 1808.
Էջ 196 - 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 158 - ... 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 142 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.