Lord Byron's Works ...F. Louis, 1821 |
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... earth without his wing , And guileless beyond Hope's imagining ! And surely she who now so fondly rears Thy youth , in thee , thus hourly brightening , Beholds the rainbow of her future years , Before whose heavenly hues all sorrow ...
... earth without his wing , And guileless beyond Hope's imagining ! And surely she who now so fondly rears Thy youth , in thee , thus hourly brightening , Beholds the rainbow of her future years , Before whose heavenly hues all sorrow ...
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... earth , Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wandered by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sighed o'er Delphi's long - deserted shrine , Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the ...
... earth , Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wandered by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sighed o'er Delphi's long - deserted shrine , Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the ...
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... every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left , to cross the brine , And traverse Paynim shores , and pass Earth's central line , XII . The sails were filled , and fair the 10 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
... every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left , to cross the brine , And traverse Paynim shores , and pass Earth's central line , XII . The sails were filled , and fair the 10 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
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... the stranger tell : Here impious men have punished been , and lo ! Deep in you cave Honorius long did dwell , In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell . XXI . And here and there , as up the 16 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
... the stranger tell : Here impious men have punished been , and lo ! Deep in you cave Honorius long did dwell , In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell . XXI . And here and there , as up the 16 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
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... portals gaping wide : Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide ! XXIV . Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened CANTO I. 17.
... portals gaping wide : Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide ! XXIV . Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened CANTO I. 17.
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ABBOT OF SAINT Albania Alhama art thou ASTARTE beauty behold beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow Cavalier Servente CHAMOIS HUNTER charm Childe Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clouds cold courser dare dark dead death deemed deep dost doth dread dream dust dwell earth eyes fair fame fear feel gaze Giaour glory glow grave Greece hand hast hath heart heaven hope hour hues Idlesse immortal land light limbs live lone look MANFRED Mazeppa mighty mind mingling mortal mountains ne'er never night nought o'er once pang pass Pindus rock round SAINT MAURICE scarce scene shine shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent skies smile song soul spirit star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thousand throne tomb twas Venice voice walls wandering waves wild wind youth
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Page 179 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Page 225 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Page 218 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 120 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 167 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Page 181 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless...
Page 88 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
Page 105 - When elements to elements conform. And dust is as it should be, shall I not Feel all I see, less dazzling, but more warm ? The bodiless thought?
Page 128 - Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other climes' fertility ; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
Page 99 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old, — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.