The Works of Lord Byron, Volum 1Carey, 1843 |
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Side 26
... face , Thin the closed ranks , and lead in Glory's fearful chase . Her lover sinks - Her chief is slain Her fellows flee - - LVI . she sheds no ill - timed tear ; she fills his fatal post ; she checks their base career ; The foe retires ...
... face , Thin the closed ranks , and lead in Glory's fearful chase . Her lover sinks - Her chief is slain Her fellows flee - - LVI . she sheds no ill - timed tear ; she fills his fatal post ; she checks their base career ; The foe retires ...
Side 58
... face , The deeds that lurk beneath , and stain him with disgrace . - LXIII . It is not that yon hoary lengthening beard Ill suits the passions which belong to youth ; Love conquers age so Hafiz hath averr'd , So sings the Teian , and he ...
... face , The deeds that lurk beneath , and stain him with disgrace . - LXIII . It is not that yon hoary lengthening beard Ill suits the passions which belong to youth ; Love conquers age so Hafiz hath averr'd , So sings the Teian , and he ...
Side 60
... faces gleam'd , Their gestures nimble , dark eyes flashing free , The long wild locks that to their girdles stream'd , While thus in concert they this lay half sang , half scream d : ( 3 ) ( I ) The Albanian Mussulmans do not abstain ...
... faces gleam'd , Their gestures nimble , dark eyes flashing free , The long wild locks that to their girdles stream'd , While thus in concert they this lay half sang , half scream d : ( 3 ) ( I ) The Albanian Mussulmans do not abstain ...
Side 61
... face of the maid in her youth , Her caresses shall lull me , her music shall soothe : Let her bring from the chamber her many - toned lyre , And sing us a song on the fall of her sire . ( 1 ) Drummer . ( 2 ) These Stanzas are partly ...
... face of the maid in her youth , Her caresses shall lull me , her music shall soothe : Let her bring from the chamber her many - toned lyre , And sing us a song on the fall of her sire . ( 1 ) Drummer . ( 2 ) These Stanzas are partly ...
Side 99
... face like thy mother's , my fair child ! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled , And then we parted , not as now we part , But with a hope . - - Awaking with a start , The waters ...
... face like thy mother's , my fair child ! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled , And then we parted , not as now we part , But with a hope . - - Awaking with a start , The waters ...
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Albanian Ali Pacha arms Athens beauty beheld beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Canto cheek Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE dare dark dead death deeds deep dread earth Egeria fair fame fate fear feel fix'd foes gaze Giaour glance gondoliers grave Greece Greek hand hate hath heard heart heaven hope hour Julius Cæsar land Lara Lara's less light lips live lonely look mountains ne'er never night o'er once Pacha Parisina pass'd perchance Petrarch pride Romaic Roman round scarce scene seem'd seen shine shore sigh slave smile song soul Stanza steed stern tale tears thee thine things thou thought tomb turn'd Venice voice walls waves Whate'er wild wind words youth Zuleika δὲν εἶναι εἰς ἐν καὶ μὲ νὰ τὰ τὴν τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν
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Side 174 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Side 101 - But hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! Arm! it is! — it is! — the cannon's opening roar!
Side 137 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Side 113 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Side 155 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady...
Side 472 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell — My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are : — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
Side 101 - 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...
Side 186 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror, '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 46 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Side 303 - Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life ! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away...