The poetical works of lord Byron, ed. with a critical mem. by W. M. RossettiWard Lock, 1880 |
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... hour when bad men hotlier press : But these did shelter him beneath their roof , When less barbarians would have cheer'd him less , And fellow - countrymen have stood aloof * - * Alluding to the wreckers of Cornwall . In aught that ...
... hour when bad men hotlier press : But these did shelter him beneath their roof , When less barbarians would have cheer'd him less , And fellow - countrymen have stood aloof * - * Alluding to the wreckers of Cornwall . In aught that ...
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... hour which now Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain ? Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain , But every carle can lord it o'er thy land ; Nor rise thy sons , but idly rail in vain , Trembling beneath the scourge of Turkish ...
... hour which now Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain ? Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain , But every carle can lord it o'er thy land ; Nor rise thy sons , but idly rail in vain , Trembling beneath the scourge of Turkish ...
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... hour When Venice was a queen with an unequall'd dower . XII . The Suabian sued , and now the Austrian reigns- An Emperor tramples where an Emperor knelt ; Kingdoms are shrunk to provinces , and chains Clank over sceptred cities ...
... hour When Venice was a queen with an unequall'd dower . XII . The Suabian sued , and now the Austrian reigns- An Emperor tramples where an Emperor knelt ; Kingdoms are shrunk to provinces , and chains Clank over sceptred cities ...
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... hour shall wreak The deep prophetic fulness of this verse , And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse ! CXXXV . That curse shall be Forgiveness . - Have I not- Hear me , my mother Earth ! behold it , Heaven ! - Have I not had to ...
... hour shall wreak The deep prophetic fulness of this verse , And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse ! CXXXV . That curse shall be Forgiveness . - Have I not- Hear me , my mother Earth ! behold it , Heaven ! - Have I not had to ...
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... hour ; Nor claims the culture of his hand To bloom along the fairy land , But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him - but to spare . Strange - that where all is peace beside , There passion riots in her pride , And lust ...
... hour ; Nor claims the culture of his hand To bloom along the fairy land , But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him - but to spare . Strange - that where all is peace beside , There passion riots in her pride , And lust ...
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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.