The Works of Lord Byron: Including the Suppressed Poems. Complete in One VolumeA. and W. Galignani, 1828 - 718 sider |
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... breath , Could tears retard the tyrant in his course ; While thou wast struggling in the pangs of death ! Could sighs avert his dart's relentless force ; Could youth and virtue claim a short delay , Or beauty charm the spectre from his ...
... breath , Could tears retard the tyrant in his course ; While thou wast struggling in the pangs of death ! Could sighs avert his dart's relentless force ; Could youth and virtue claim a short delay , Or beauty charm the spectre from his ...
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... breath ; These feelings wide , let Sense and Truth unclue , We give the palm where Justice points it due . To which the Author of these Pieces sent the following Reply . On ! factious viper ! whose envenom'd tooth Would mangle still the ...
... breath ; These feelings wide , let Sense and Truth unclue , We give the palm where Justice points it due . To which the Author of these Pieces sent the following Reply . On ! factious viper ! whose envenom'd tooth Would mangle still the ...
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... breath , If this be a foretaste of heaven ! Ah ! frown not , sweet lady , unbend your soft brow , Nor deem me too happy in this ; If I sin in my dream , I atone for it now , Thus doom'd but to gaze upon bliss . Though in visions , sweet ...
... breath , If this be a foretaste of heaven ! Ah ! frown not , sweet lady , unbend your soft brow , Nor deem me too happy in this ; If I sin in my dream , I atone for it now , Thus doom'd but to gaze upon bliss . Though in visions , sweet ...
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... breath may View ducal errors with indulgent eyes , And wink at faults they tremble to chastise . When youthful parasites , who bend the knee To wealth , their golden idol , —not to thee ! And , even in simple boyhood's opening dawn ...
... breath may View ducal errors with indulgent eyes , And wink at faults they tremble to chastise . When youthful parasites , who bend the knee To wealth , their golden idol , —not to thee ! And , even in simple boyhood's opening dawn ...
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... breath heaves short , My limbs deny their slight support ; Cold dews my pallid face o'erspread , With deadly languor droops my head , My ears with tingling echoes ring , And life itself is on the wing ; My eyes refuse the cheering light ...
... breath heaves short , My limbs deny their slight support ; Cold dews my pallid face o'erspread , With deadly languor droops my head , My ears with tingling echoes ring , And life itself is on the wing ; My eyes refuse the cheering light ...
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Side 60 - 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 65 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Side 210 - 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 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...
Side 64 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Side 62 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
Side 238 - gin to fear that thou art past all aid From me and from my calling; yet so young, I still would— Man. Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death; Some perishing of pleasure, some of study, Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness, Some of disease, and some insanity, And some of wither'd or of broken hearts; For this last is a malady which slays More than are number'd in the lists of Fate,...
Side 62 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
Side 230 - The future, till the past be gulfd in darkness, It is not of my search. — My mother Earth ! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, Why are ye beautiful ? I cannot love ye.
Side 209 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath...
Side 66 - ... in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou 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, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.