The poetical works of lord Byron, ed. with a critical mem. by W. M. RossettiWard Lock, 1880 |
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... heard his name till coupled with the Satirist . He has therefore no reason to complain , and I dare say that , like Sir Fretful Plagiary , he is rather pleased than otherwise . I have now mentioned all who have done me the honour to ...
... heard his name till coupled with the Satirist . He has therefore no reason to complain , and I dare say that , like Sir Fretful Plagiary , he is rather pleased than otherwise . I have now mentioned all who have done me the honour to ...
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... heard Contemptuous once , and now no less absurd . So , once of yore , each reasonable frog Swore faith and fealty to his sovereign ' log . ' Thus hail'd your rulers their patrician clod , As Egypt chose an onion for a god . " Now fare ...
... heard Contemptuous once , and now no less absurd . So , once of yore , each reasonable frog Swore faith and fealty to his sovereign ' log . ' Thus hail'd your rulers their patrician clod , As Egypt chose an onion for a god . " Now fare ...
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... heard on Andalusia's shore ? * Count Julian's daughter , the Helen of Spain . Pelagius preserved his independence in the fast- nesses of the Asturias . XXXVIII . Hark ! heard you not those hoofs of 20 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
... heard on Andalusia's shore ? * Count Julian's daughter , the Helen of Spain . Pelagius preserved his independence in the fast- nesses of the Asturias . XXXVIII . Hark ! heard you not those hoofs of 20 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
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... heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants ' slaves ? -the fires of death ...
... heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants ' slaves ? -the fires of death ...
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... heard , the rosy garland worn ; Devices quaint , and frolics ever new , Tread on each other's kibes . A long adieu He bids to sober joy that here sojourns : Nought interrupts the riot , though in lieu Of true devotion monkish incense ...
... heard , the rosy garland worn ; Devices quaint , and frolics ever new , Tread on each other's kibes . A long adieu He bids to sober joy that here sojourns : Nought interrupts the riot , though in lieu Of true devotion monkish incense ...
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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.