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... Tyrants and tyrants ' slaves ? -the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high - from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red Battle stamps his foot , and nations ...
... Tyrants and tyrants ' slaves ? -the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high - from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red Battle stamps his foot , and nations ...
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... tyrants cast away By myriads , when they dare to pave their way With human hearts - to what ? -a dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ? Or call with truth one span of earth their own , Save that wherein at last ...
... tyrants cast away By myriads , when they dare to pave their way With human hearts - to what ? -a dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ? Or call with truth one span of earth their own , Save that wherein at last ...
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... tyrants left to stand . XIV . Where was thine Egis , Pallas ! that appall'd Stern Alaric and Havoc on their way ? Where Peleus ' son ? whom Hell in vain enthrall'd , His shade from Hades upon that dread day Bursting to light in terrible ...
... tyrants left to stand . XIV . Where was thine Egis , Pallas ! that appall'd Stern Alaric and Havoc on their way ? Where Peleus ' son ? whom Hell in vain enthrall'd , His shade from Hades upon that dread day Bursting to light in terrible ...
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... tyrants now enforce the chain , But every carle can lord it o'er thy land ; Nor rise thy sons , but idly rail in vain , Trembling beneath the scourge of Turkish hand , From birth till death enslaved ; in word , in deed unmann'd . LXXV ...
... tyrants now enforce the chain , But every carle can lord it o'er thy land ; Nor rise thy sons , but idly rail in vain , Trembling beneath the scourge of Turkish hand , From birth till death enslaved ; in word , in deed unmann'd . LXXV ...
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... tyrant can accost , And wield the slavish sickle , not the sword : Ah ! Greece ! they love thee least who owe thee most ; Their birth , their blood , and that sublime record Of hero sires , who shame thy now degenerate horde ! LXXXIV ...
... tyrant can accost , And wield the slavish sickle , not the sword : Ah ! Greece ! they love thee least who owe thee most ; Their birth , their blood , and that sublime record Of hero sires , who shame thy now degenerate horde ! LXXXIV ...
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Página 84 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Página 122 - Alas, the lofty city ! and alas, The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! But these shall be Her resurrection ; all beside— decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free ! LXXXIII.
Página 83 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Página 85 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Página 69 - But hark ! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm ! Arm ! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar...
Página 68 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street ; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
Página 83 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Página 41 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Página 66 - Yet must I think less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd.
Página 144 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect ? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.