The poetical works of lord Byron. Illustr. edVirtue, 1879 |
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... feel , Or Heaven reverse the dread decrees of fate ! Not here the mourner would his grief reveal , Not here the muse her virtues would relate . But wherefore weep ? Her matchless spirit soars Beyond where splendid shines the orb of day ...
... feel , Or Heaven reverse the dread decrees of fate ! Not here the mourner would his grief reveal , Not here the muse her virtues would relate . But wherefore weep ? Her matchless spirit soars Beyond where splendid shines the orb of day ...
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... feel my burning cheek , Thy gushing tears had quench'd its flame ; And as thy tongue essay'd to speak , In sighs alone it breathed my name . And yet , my girl , we weep in vain , In vain our fate in sighs deplore ; Remembrance only can ...
... feel my burning cheek , Thy gushing tears had quench'd its flame ; And as thy tongue essay'd to speak , In sighs alone it breathed my name . And yet , my girl , we weep in vain , In vain our fate in sighs deplore ; Remembrance only can ...
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... feel disposed to stray , love ! ' Tis I that am alone to blame , I that am guilty of love's treason ; Since your sweet breast is still the same , Caprice must be my only reason . I do not , love ! suspect your truth , With jealous doubt ...
... feel disposed to stray , love ! ' Tis I that am alone to blame , I that am guilty of love's treason ; Since your sweet breast is still the same , Caprice must be my only reason . I do not , love ! suspect your truth , With jealous doubt ...
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... feels his spirit soaring - albeit weak , And of the fresher air , which he would seek : And as he whispers knows not that he gasps , That his thin finger feels not what it clasps , And so the film comes o'er him , and the dizzy Chamber ...
... feels his spirit soaring - albeit weak , And of the fresher air , which he would seek : And as he whispers knows not that he gasps , That his thin finger feels not what it clasps , And so the film comes o'er him , and the dizzy Chamber ...
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... feel almost at times as I have felt In happy childhood , trees , and flowers , and brooks , Which do remember me of where I dwelt Ere my young mind was sacrificed to books , Come as of yore upon me , and can melt My heart with ...
... feel almost at times as I have felt In happy childhood , trees , and flowers , and brooks , Which do remember me of where I dwelt Ere my young mind was sacrificed to books , Come as of yore upon me , and can melt My heart with ...
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Էջ 418 - And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not— his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Էջ 400 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake , Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Էջ 394 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay ; The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Էջ 400 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Էջ 398 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below, LXIII.
Էջ 407 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Էջ 405 - 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 Looked to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Էջ 422 - 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.
Էջ 383 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Էջ 393 - 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...