Selections from Byron: The Prisoner of Chillon, Mazeppa, and Other PoemsGinn, 1907 - 101 էջ |
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... look on him still as a father , whose warnings I have remembered but too well , though too late , when I have erred , and whose counsel I have but fol- lowed when I have done well or wisely . " Though he grew to love Harrow as the time ...
... look on him still as a father , whose warnings I have remembered but too well , though too late , when I have erred , and whose counsel I have but fol- lowed when I have done well or wisely . " Though he grew to love Harrow as the time ...
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... look by Death revealed ! Such is the aspect of this shore : ' Tis Greece , but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet , so deadly fair , We start , for Soul is wanting there . Hers is the loveliness in death , That parts not quite with ...
... look by Death revealed ! Such is the aspect of this shore : ' Tis Greece , but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet , so deadly fair , We start , for Soul is wanting there . Hers is the loveliness in death , That parts not quite with ...
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... Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe , Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet ! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet . III Farewell to others , but never we part , SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE.
... Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe , Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet ! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet . III Farewell to others , but never we part , SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE.
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... look , And tremulous his voice . " Let the men of lore appear , The wisest of the earth , And expound the words of fear , Which mar our royal mirth . " IV Chaldea's seers are good , But here they have no skill ; And the unknown letters ...
... look , And tremulous his voice . " Let the men of lore appear , The wisest of the earth , And expound the words of fear , Which mar our royal mirth . " IV Chaldea's seers are good , But here they have no skill ; And the unknown letters ...
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... looks a sea Cybele , 1 fresh from Ocean , Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance , with majestic motion , A Ruler of the waters and their powers : And such she was ; - her daughters had their dowers From spoils of ...
... looks a sea Cybele , 1 fresh from Ocean , Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance , with majestic motion , A Ruler of the waters and their powers : And such she was ; - her daughters had their dowers From spoils of ...
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Էջ 47 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Էջ 95 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships by thousands lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day, And when the sun set, where were they?
Էջ 17 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Էջ 54 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Էջ 14 - 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...
Էջ 52 - He heard it, but he heeded not - his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother - he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday All this rush'd with his blood - Shall he expire And unavenged?
Էջ 44 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ! XXII.
Էջ 34 - Deserved to be dearest of all: In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
Էջ 25 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Էջ 55 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.