The works of lord Byron, Հատոր 4 |
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... impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress , Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure , how dear their dwelling place . 3 . And on that cheek , and o'er that She walks in beauty.
... impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress , Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure , how dear their dwelling place . 3 . And on that cheek , and o'er that She walks in beauty.
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... in tears- How welcome those untrodden spheres ! How sweet this very hour to die ! To soar from earth and find all fears Lost in thy light - Eternity ! 2 . It must be so : ' tis not B 2 HEBREW MELODIES . 11 If that high world.
... in tears- How welcome those untrodden spheres ! How sweet this very hour to die ! To soar from earth and find all fears Lost in thy light - Eternity ! 2 . It must be so : ' tis not B 2 HEBREW MELODIES . 11 If that high world.
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... sweet ? And Judah's melody once more rejoice The hearts that leap'd before its heavenly voice ? 3 . Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast , How shall ye flee away and be at rest ! The wild - dove hath her nest , the fox his cave ...
... sweet ? And Judah's melody once more rejoice The hearts that leap'd before its heavenly voice ? 3 . Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast , How shall ye flee away and be at rest ! The wild - dove hath her nest , the fox his cave ...
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... sweet dejection — a transparent tear Uumix'd with worldly grief or selfish stain , Shed without shame - and secret without pain . Even as the tenderness that hour instils When Summer's day declines along the hills , So feels the fulness ...
... sweet dejection — a transparent tear Uumix'd with worldly grief or selfish stain , Shed without shame - and secret without pain . Even as the tenderness that hour instils When Summer's day declines along the hills , So feels the fulness ...
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... sweet sight , Thou too art gone - and so is my delight : And therefore do I weep and inly bleed With this last bruise upon a broken reed . Thou too art ended - what is left me now ? For I have anguish yet to bear — and how ? I know not ...
... sweet sight , Thou too art gone - and so is my delight : And therefore do I weep and inly bleed With this last bruise upon a broken reed . Thou too art ended - what is left me now ? For I have anguish yet to bear — and how ? I know not ...
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Էջ 125 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Էջ 10 - 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 200 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Էջ 32 - 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 9 - 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.
Էջ 33 - 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 132 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Էջ 86 - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep, There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...
Էջ 196 - ... Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well : — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met — In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee ? — With silence and tears. STANZAS FOR...
Էջ 234 - He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came...