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Side lv
Oh , Erin how low Wert thou sunk by misfortune and tyranny , till Thy welcome of
tyrants hath plunged thee below The depth of thy deep in a deeper gulph still ! My
voice , though but humble , was raised in thy right ; My vote , ' as a freeman ' s ...
Oh , Erin how low Wert thou sunk by misfortune and tyranny , till Thy welcome of
tyrants hath plunged thee below The depth of thy deep in a deeper gulph still ! My
voice , though but humble , was raised in thy right ; My vote , ' as a freeman ' s ...
Side lvi
Such as my feelings were and are thou art ; And such as thou art were my
passions long . Time may have somewhat tamed them , not for ever. * See
Medwin ' s « Conversations of Lord Byron , » to be had at the publishers of this
edition .
Such as my feelings were and are thou art ; And such as thou art were my
passions long . Time may have somewhat tamed them , not for ever. * See
Medwin ' s « Conversations of Lord Byron , » to be had at the publishers of this
edition .
Side lvii
Time may have somewhat tamed them , not for ever ; Thou overflow ' st thy banks
and not for aye ; Thy bosom overboils , congenial river ! Thy floods subside ; and
mine have sunk away , But left long wrecks behind them , and again , Borne on ...
Time may have somewhat tamed them , not for ever ; Thou overflow ' st thy banks
and not for aye ; Thy bosom overboils , congenial river ! Thy floods subside ; and
mine have sunk away , But left long wrecks behind them , and again , Borne on ...
Side lviii
In the days of our youth , when the heart ' s in its spring , And dreams that
affection can never take wing , I had friends — who has not ? but what tongue will
avow That friends , rosy wine , are so faithful as thou ? The breast of a mistress
some ...
In the days of our youth , when the heart ' s in its spring , And dreams that
affection can never take wing , I had friends — who has not ? but what tongue will
avow That friends , rosy wine , are so faithful as thou ? The breast of a mistress
some ...
Side lix
The breast of a mistress some boy may estrange ; Friendship shifts with the
sunbeam , — thou never canst change . Thou grow ' st old - - who does not ? but
on earth what appears , Whose virtues , like thine , but increase with our years ?
The breast of a mistress some boy may estrange ; Friendship shifts with the
sunbeam , — thou never canst change . Thou grow ' st old - - who does not ? but
on earth what appears , Whose virtues , like thine , but increase with our years ?
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Side 183 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Side 166 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Side 183 - 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 185 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Side 272 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : — not so thou, Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now ! CLXXXIII.
Side 170 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, •which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Side 237 - The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! LXXX.
Side 185 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! 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 Heracleidan blood might own.
Side 158 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Side 191 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.
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| Tittel | The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake, Volumer 1-2 The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Forfatter | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| distribuert | 1825 |
| Original fra | Oxford University |
| Digitalisert | 21. jun 2007 |
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