The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Poems. Hebrew melodiesJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... this the man of thousand thrones , Who strewed our Earth with hostile bones ? And can he thus survive ? Since he , miscalled the Morning Star , Nor man nor fiend hath fall'n so far . II . Ill - minded man ! why scourge thy.
... this the man of thousand thrones , Who strewed our Earth with hostile bones ? And can he thus survive ? Since he , miscalled the Morning Star , Nor man nor fiend hath fall'n so far . II . Ill - minded man ! why scourge thy.
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... Evil Spirit as thou art , It is enough to grieve the heart , To see thine own unstrung ; To think that God's fair world hath been The footstool of a thing so mean ; X. And Earth hath spilt her blood for him , NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . 9.
... Evil Spirit as thou art , It is enough to grieve the heart , To see thine own unstrung ; To think that God's fair world hath been The footstool of a thing so mean ; X. And Earth hath spilt her blood for him , NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . 9.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. X. And Earth hath spilt her blood for him , Who thus can hoard his own ! And Monarchs bowed the trembling limb , And thanked him for a throne ! Fair Freedom ! we may hold thee dear , When thus thy ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. X. And Earth hath spilt her blood for him , Who thus can hoard his own ! And Monarchs bowed the trembling limb , And thanked him for a throne ! Fair Freedom ! we may hold thee dear , When thus thy ...
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... earth . XIII . And she , proud Austria's mournful flower , Thy still imperial bride ; How bears her breast the torturing hour ? Still clings she to thy side ? Must she too bend , must she too share Thy late repentance , long despair ...
... earth . XIII . And she , proud Austria's mournful flower , Thy still imperial bride ; How bears her breast the torturing hour ? Still clings she to thy side ? Must she too bend , must she too share Thy late repentance , long despair ...
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... Earth is now as free ! That Corinth's pedagogue hath now Transferred his by - word to thy brow . XV . Thou Timour ! in his captive's cage 5 What thoughts will there be thine , While brooding in thy prisoned rage ? But one- " The world ...
... Earth is now as free ! That Corinth's pedagogue hath now Transferred his by - word to thy brow . XV . Thou Timour ! in his captive's cage 5 What thoughts will there be thine , While brooding in thy prisoned rage ? But one- " The world ...
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Abydos art thou Athens beam behold blest blood bloom blush bosom breast cease charms cold Constantinople could'st dare dark dead dear death deemed doomed dream earth fair fame fear feel Fiend's arch mock fire from heaven fled flowers frigate Galilee gaze Genevra glance glory Haideé harp hath heaven HEBREW MELODIES hope hour Judah's JUVENAL light living lonely love thee loved in vain lute Mariamne mirth mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night Note o'er once pangs perchance Pindus remember repine Romaic Saul SAW THEE scene shine shone sigh silent smile song Sons of Greeks Sorrow soul sound Sparta STANZAS sweet tears thine thing thou art thou canst thou hast thought throne THY DAYS thy fall Thyrza tomb triumph Turkish twill vainly voice WALKS IN BEAUTY weep wept withered Ζώη σὰς ἀγαπῶ
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الصفحة 148 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
الصفحة 199 - 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...
الصفحة 134 - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast, and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel...
الصفحة 200 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
الصفحة 71 - Too soon return'd to Earth! Though Earth received them in her bed, And o'er the spot the crowd may tread In carelessness or mirth, There is an eye which could not brook A moment on that grave to look. I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not...
الصفحة 198 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
الصفحة 74 - As once I wept, if I could weep My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
الصفحة 9 - The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell, Cast crowns for rosaries away, An empire for a cell...
الصفحة 183 - In that same hour and hall, The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall, And wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; A solitary hand Along the letters ran And traced them like a wand.
الصفحة 164 - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!