The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 من الصفحات |
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... soft and tender moan ? He lifted his head , and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He look'd on the long grass - it waved not a blade ; How was that gentle sound conveyed ? He look'd to the banners - each flag ...
... soft and tender moan ? He lifted his head , and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He look'd on the long grass - it waved not a blade ; How was that gentle sound conveyed ? He look'd to the banners - each flag ...
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... soft archery . Hush'd is the din of tongues , on gallant steeds , With milk - white crest , gold spur , and light poised Four cavaliers prepare for venturous deeds , [ lance And lowly bending to the lists advance ; Rich are their scarfs ...
... soft archery . Hush'd is the din of tongues , on gallant steeds , With milk - white crest , gold spur , and light poised Four cavaliers prepare for venturous deeds , [ lance And lowly bending to the lists advance ; Rich are their scarfs ...
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... ! ' tis but a dream ; For never more thyself , thy sons , nor fathers , Shall walk in that forbidden place of joy ! 22 CAIN ADDRESSED BY HIS WIFE . Soft ! he BYRON . 21 Him sink, and feel my heart float softly with ...
... ! ' tis but a dream ; For never more thyself , thy sons , nor fathers , Shall walk in that forbidden place of joy ! 22 CAIN ADDRESSED BY HIS WIFE . Soft ! he BYRON . 21 Him sink, and feel my heart float softly with ...
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... Soft ! he awakes . Sweet Enoch ! Oh Cain ! look on him ; see how full of life , Of strength , of bloom , of beauty , and of joy , How like to me how like to thee , when gentle , For then we are all alike ; is't not so , Cain ? Mother ...
... Soft ! he awakes . Sweet Enoch ! Oh Cain ! look on him ; see how full of life , Of strength , of bloom , of beauty , and of joy , How like to me how like to thee , when gentle , For then we are all alike ; is't not so , Cain ? Mother ...
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... pervading life and light , so shown Not on those summits solely , nor alone In the still cave and forest ; o'er the flower His eye is sparkling , and his breath hath blown , His soft and summer breath , whose tender power Passes 32 BYRON .
... pervading life and light , so shown Not on those summits solely , nor alone In the still cave and forest ; o'er the flower His eye is sparkling , and his breath hath blown , His soft and summer breath , whose tender power Passes 32 BYRON .
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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...