The Works of Lord Byron, Volum 1Carey, 1843 |
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... rest ye at " Our Lady's house of woe ; Where frugal monks their little relics show , And sundry legends to the stranger tell Here impious men have punish'd been , and lo ! Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell , In hope to merit ...
... rest ye at " Our Lady's house of woe ; Where frugal monks their little relics show , And sundry legends to the stranger tell Here impious men have punish'd been , and lo ! Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell , In hope to merit ...
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... rest him on his pilgrimage ; And o'er him many changing scenes must roll Ere toil his thirst for travel can assuage , Or he shall calm his breast , or learn experience sage . XXIX . Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay , ( 1 ) Where ...
... rest him on his pilgrimage ; And o'er him many changing scenes must roll Ere toil his thirst for travel can assuage , Or he shall calm his breast , or learn experience sage . XXIX . Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay , ( 1 ) Where ...
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... rest , Wide scatter'd hoof - marks dint the wounded ground ; And , scathed by fire , the greensward's darken'd vest Tells that the foe was Andalusia's guest : Here was the camp , the watch - flame , and the host , Here the bold peasant ...
... rest , Wide scatter'd hoof - marks dint the wounded ground ; And , scathed by fire , the greensward's darken'd vest Tells that the foe was Andalusia's guest : Here was the camp , the watch - flame , and the host , Here the bold peasant ...
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... rest ; What hallows it upon this Christian shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast ; Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ? Crashing the lance , he snuffs the spouting gore Of man and steed , o'erthrown beneath his horn ...
... rest ; What hallows it upon this Christian shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast ; Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ? Crashing the lance , he snuffs the spouting gore Of man and steed , o'erthrown beneath his horn ...
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... rest , or flies ; And Vice , that digs her own voluptuous tomb , Had buried long his hopes , no more to rise : Pleasure's pall'd victim ! life - abhorring gloom Wrote on his faded brow curst Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV . Still he ...
... rest , or flies ; And Vice , that digs her own voluptuous tomb , Had buried long his hopes , no more to rise : Pleasure's pall'd victim ! life - abhorring gloom Wrote on his faded brow curst Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV . Still he ...
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Side 105 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Side 104 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men...
Side 190 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Side 190 - 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.
Side 472 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray — An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Side 66 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth...
Side 190 - Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Side 126 - 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 468 - And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left: Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp: And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing! For in these limbs its teeth remain...
Side 124 - He is an evening reveller who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still, There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil. Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.