The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 sider |
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... wert so happy , so adored ! Those who weep not for kings shall weep for thee , And Freedom's heart , grown heavy , cease to hoard Her many griefs for ONE ; for she had pour'd Her orisons for thee and o'er thy head Beheld her Iris ...
... wert so happy , so adored ! Those who weep not for kings shall weep for thee , And Freedom's heart , grown heavy , cease to hoard Her many griefs for ONE ; for she had pour'd Her orisons for thee and o'er thy head Beheld her Iris ...
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... all . THE FOUNTAIN OF EGERIA . Egeria ! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting - place so fair As thine ideal breast ; whate'er thou art Or wert BYRON . 39 She looked (this simile's quite new) just cut ...
... all . THE FOUNTAIN OF EGERIA . Egeria ! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting - place so fair As thine ideal breast ; whate'er thou art Or wert BYRON . 39 She looked (this simile's quite new) just cut ...
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... wert , a young Aurora of the air , The nympholepsy of some fond despair ; Or , it might be , a beauty of the earth , Who found a more than common votary there , Too much adoring ; whatsoe'er thy birth , Thou wert a beautiful thought ...
... wert , a young Aurora of the air , The nympholepsy of some fond despair ; Or , it might be , a beauty of the earth , Who found a more than common votary there , Too much adoring ; whatsoe'er thy birth , Thou wert a beautiful thought ...
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... wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight , - A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines , a phosphoric sea , And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again ' tis black ...
... wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight , - A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines , a phosphoric sea , And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again ' tis black ...
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... wert a worship , ere The mystery of thy making was revealed ! Thou earliest minister of the Almighty , Which gladdened , on their mountain tops , the heart Of the Chaldean shepherds , till they poured Themselves in orisons ! Thou ...
... wert a worship , ere The mystery of thy making was revealed ! Thou earliest minister of the Almighty , Which gladdened , on their mountain tops , the heart Of the Chaldean shepherds , till they poured Themselves in orisons ! Thou ...
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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...