The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 من الصفحات |
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... hour , But conscience wrung away the power . He gazed , he saw ; he knew the face Of beauty , and the form of grace ; It was Francesca by his side , The maid who might have been his bride ! The rose was yet upon her cheek , But mellowed ...
... hour , But conscience wrung away the power . He gazed , he saw ; he knew the face Of beauty , and the form of grace ; It was Francesca by his side , The maid who might have been his bride ! The rose was yet upon her cheek , But mellowed ...
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... appear , For sorrow is our element ; Delight An Eden kept afar from sight , Though sometimes with our visions blent . The hour is near Which tells me we are not B 2 BYRON . 9 Though through space infinite and hoary ...
... appear , For sorrow is our element ; Delight An Eden kept afar from sight , Though sometimes with our visions blent . The hour is near Which tells me we are not B 2 BYRON . 9 Though through space infinite and hoary ...
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... hour is near Which tells me we are not abandon'd quite Appear ! Appear ! Seraph ! My own Azaziel ! be but here , And leave the stars to their own light ! THE DEMON OF BATTLE . Hark ! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds ...
... hour is near Which tells me we are not abandon'd quite Appear ! Appear ! Seraph ! My own Azaziel ! be but here , And leave the stars to their own light ! THE DEMON OF BATTLE . Hark ! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds ...
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... hour , Then leaves him , as it soars on high , With panting heart and tearful eye- So Beauty lures the full - grown child , With hue as bright , and wing as wild ; A chase of idle hopes and fears , Begun in folly , closed in tears . If ...
... hour , Then leaves him , as it soars on high , With panting heart and tearful eye- So Beauty lures the full - grown child , With hue as bright , and wing as wild ; A chase of idle hopes and fears , Begun in folly , closed in tears . If ...
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... hours and days when both are cheering And innocent ! thou hast not pluck'd the fruit- Thou know'st not thou art naked ! Must the time Come thou shalt be amerced for sins unknown , Which were not thine nor mine ? But now sleep on ! His ...
... hours and days when both are cheering And innocent ! thou hast not pluck'd the fruit- Thou know'st not thou art naked ! Must the time Come thou shalt be amerced for sins unknown , Which were not thine nor mine ? But now sleep on ! His ...
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arms art thou aught Ave Maria beam beauty behold beneath blest blood blue bosom breast breath brow capital punishments Carthage charm cheek Clarens clouds dark dead death deep dread dream e'er eagle passes earth Egeria eternal face fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle GIAOUR glance glow gondolier grave grief hand hath heart heaven hope hour human clay JUNGFRAU Kaled knew light lips living lone look look'd mortal mountains Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once pale passion pause pride rill Rome rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd Seraph shine shone shore sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd stars stood sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought trembling twas twill waters wave weep wert Whate'er wild wind wing wither'd youth Zuleika
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الصفحة 66 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ! Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
الصفحة 52 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
الصفحة 66 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
الصفحة 148 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
الصفحة 146 - 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, alone.
الصفحة 66 - On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heraclcidan blood might own.
الصفحة 117 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
الصفحة 63 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
الصفحة 150 - 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...
الصفحة 164 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...