The poetical works of lord Byron, ed. with a critical mem. by W. M. RossettiWard Lock, 1880 |
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... earth , Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes sighed o'er Delphi's long - deserted shrine , * Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the ...
... earth , Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes sighed o'er Delphi's long - deserted shrine , * Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the ...
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... earth a Hell . XXI . And here and there , as up the crags you spring , Mark many rude - carved crosses near the path ; Yet deem not these devotion's offering- These are memorials frail of murderous wrath : For wheresoe'er the shrieking ...
... earth a Hell . XXI . And here and there , as up the crags you spring , Mark many rude - carved crosses near the path ; Yet deem not these devotion's offering- These are memorials frail of murderous wrath : For wheresoe'er the shrieking ...
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... earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould , But one vast realm of wonder spreads around , And all the Muse's tales seem truly told , Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon ; Each hill and ...
... earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould , But one vast realm of wonder spreads around , And all the Muse's tales seem truly told , Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon ; Each hill and ...
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... earth , as I am now . Before the Chastener humbly let me bow , O'er hearts divided and o'er hopes destroy'd : Roll on , vain days ! full reckless may ye flow , Since Time hath reft whate'er my soul enjoy'd , And with the ills of Eld ...
... earth , as I am now . Before the Chastener humbly let me bow , O'er hearts divided and o'er hopes destroy'd : Roll on , vain days ! full reckless may ye flow , Since Time hath reft whate'er my soul enjoy'd , And with the ills of Eld ...
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... Earth may pierce to Heaven , yet leave Imperishably. Unheeded , searching through the crowd to find Fit speculation ... earth , and earth- born jars , And human frailties , were forgotten quite : Could he have kept his spirit to that ...
... Earth may pierce to Heaven , yet leave Imperishably. Unheeded , searching through the crowd to find Fit speculation ... earth , and earth- born jars , And human frailties , were forgotten quite : Could he have kept his spirit to that ...
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Էջ 38 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Էջ 134 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Էջ 38 - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark! - that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! it is - it is - the cannon's opening roar!
Էջ 555 - 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 555 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Էջ 403 - Phoebus sprung. Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian Muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute Have found the fame your shores refuse. Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Էջ 64 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Էջ 64 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Էջ 64 - 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 403 - Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a blush - for Greece a tear.