The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 sider |
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... thee in safety through foes and all . ' Tis said the lion will turn and flee From a maid in the pride of her purity ; And the power on high , that can shield the good Thus from the tyrant of the wood , Hath extended its mercy to guard ...
... thee in safety through foes and all . ' Tis said the lion will turn and flee From a maid in the pride of her purity ; And the power on high , that can shield the good Thus from the tyrant of the wood , Hath extended its mercy to guard ...
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... thee will I bear to a lovely spot , Where our hands shall be joined and our sorrow forgot . There thou yet shalt be my bride , When once again I've quell'd the pride Of Venice ; and her hated race Have felt the arm they would debase ...
... thee will I bear to a lovely spot , Where our hands shall be joined and our sorrow forgot . There thou yet shalt be my bride , When once again I've quell'd the pride Of Venice ; and her hated race Have felt the arm they would debase ...
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... thee within : But pause one moment more , and take The curse of Him thou didst forsake ; And look once more to heaven , and see Its love for ever shut from thee . There is a light cloud by the moon- ' Tis passing , and will pass full ...
... thee within : But pause one moment more , and take The curse of Him thou didst forsake ; And look once more to heaven , and see Its love for ever shut from thee . There is a light cloud by the moon- ' Tis passing , and will pass full ...
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... thee : But thou art safe : oh , fly with me ! ” He turned , but she is gone ! Nothing is there but the column stone . Hath she sunk in the earth , or melted in air ? He saw not , he knew not ; but nothing is there . THE APOLLO BELVIDERE ...
... thee : But thou art safe : oh , fly with me ! ” He turned , but she is gone ! Nothing is there but the column stone . Hath she sunk in the earth , or melted in air ? He saw not , he knew not ; but nothing is there . THE APOLLO BELVIDERE ...
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... thee , the more we enjoy . Then the season of youth and its vanities pass'd , For refuge we fly to the goblet at last ; There we find , do we not ? in the flow of the soul , That truth , as of yore , is confined to the bowl ! When the ...
... thee , the more we enjoy . Then the season of youth and its vanities pass'd , For refuge we fly to the goblet at last ; There we find , do we not ? in the flow of the soul , That truth , as of yore , is confined to the bowl ! When the ...
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Side 66 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ! Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
Side 52 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Side 66 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Side 148 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Side 146 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Side 66 - On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heraclcidan blood might own.
Side 117 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Side 63 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Side 150 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Side 164 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...