The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 من الصفحات |
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... In the midst of the dying and the dead ? For to - morrow we give to the slaughter and flame The sons and the shrines of the Christian name . None save thou and thine , I've sworn , Shall be left upon the morn : But thee will BYRON . 3.
... In the midst of the dying and the dead ? For to - morrow we give to the slaughter and flame The sons and the shrines of the Christian name . None save thou and thine , I've sworn , Shall be left upon the morn : But thee will BYRON . 3.
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... Thine injured country's sons to spare , Or thou art lost ; and never shalt see Not earth - that's past - but heaven or me . If this thou dost accord , albeit A heavy doom ' tis thine to meet , That doom shall half absolve thy sin , And ...
... Thine injured country's sons to spare , Or thou art lost ; and never shalt see Not earth - that's past - but heaven or me . If this thou dost accord , albeit A heavy doom ' tis thine to meet , That doom shall half absolve thy sin , And ...
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... thine , still increase with its years ? Yet if bless'd to the utmost that love can bestow , Should a rival bow down to our idol below , We are jealous ! who's not ? thou hast no such alloy , For the more that enjoy thee , the more we ...
... thine , still increase with its years ? Yet if bless'd to the utmost that love can bestow , Should a rival bow down to our idol below , We are jealous ! who's not ? thou hast no such alloy , For the more that enjoy thee , the more we ...
الصفحة 9
... thine eyes ; With me thou canst not sympathize , Except in love , and there thou must Acknowledge that more loving dust Ne'er wept beneath the skies . Thou walk'st thy many worlds , thou see'st The face of him who made thee great , As ...
... thine eyes ; With me thou canst not sympathize , Except in love , and there thou must Acknowledge that more loving dust Ne'er wept beneath the skies . Thou walk'st thy many worlds , thou see'st The face of him who made thee great , As ...
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... PRAISE OF ADAH'S BEAUTY . Lucifer . What is that , Which being nearest to thine eyes is still More beautiful than beauteous things remote ? Cain . My sister Adah . All the stars of heaven , The deep blue noon of night , lit by an 20 BYRON .
... PRAISE OF ADAH'S BEAUTY . Lucifer . What is that , Which being nearest to thine eyes is still More beautiful than beauteous things remote ? Cain . My sister Adah . All the stars of heaven , The deep blue noon of night , lit by an 20 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...