The Works of Lord Byron, Volum 2J. Murray, 1899 |
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Side 21
... mortal wight his peer Yea ! none did love him not his lemmans dear To gentle Dames still less he could be dear Were aught But pomp and power alone are Woman's care But And where these are let no Possessor fear The sex are slaves Maidens ...
... mortal wight his peer Yea ! none did love him not his lemmans dear To gentle Dames still less he could be dear Were aught But pomp and power alone are Woman's care But And where these are let no Possessor fear The sex are slaves Maidens ...
Side 34
... mortal ken i . Than those whereof such things the Bard relates , Who to the awe - struck world unlocked Elysium's gates . XIX . The horrid crags , by toppling convent crowned , “ . The cork - trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep ...
... mortal ken i . Than those whereof such things the Bard relates , Who to the awe - struck world unlocked Elysium's gates . XIX . The horrid crags , by toppling convent crowned , “ . The cork - trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep ...
Side 55
... mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , 1. [ The Sierra Morena gets its name from the classical Montes Mariani , not , as Byron seems to imply , from its dark and dusky aspect . ] The bristling ...
... mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , 1. [ The Sierra Morena gets its name from the classical Montes Mariani , not , as Byron seems to imply , from its dark and dusky aspect . ] The bristling ...
Side 62
... mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love , than Andalusia's maids , i . And walks with glassy steps o'er Aganippe's wave .- [ MS . erased . ] ii . Let me some remnant of thy Spirit bear Some glorious thought ...
... mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love , than Andalusia's maids , i . And walks with glassy steps o'er Aganippe's wave .- [ MS . erased . ] ii . Let me some remnant of thy Spirit bear Some glorious thought ...
Side 81
... mortal eye the distant end foresees . Fall'n nations gaze on Spain ; if freed , she frees More than her fell Pizarros once enchained : Strange retribution ! now Columbia's ease Repairs the wrongs that Quito's sons sustained , 2 While o ...
... mortal eye the distant end foresees . Fall'n nations gaze on Spain ; if freed , she frees More than her fell Pizarros once enchained : Strange retribution ! now Columbia's ease Repairs the wrongs that Quito's sons sustained , 2 While o ...
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Side 230 - 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 233 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Side 116 - 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 ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Side 232 - 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
Side 261 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Side 460 - 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
Side 458 - 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...
Side 64 - How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it; the age is grown so picked, that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.
Side 249 - 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 blossomed trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scattered cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strewed a scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Side 459 - 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.