The poetical works of lord Byron, complete. (Pearl ed.).J. Murray, 1867 - 685 páginas |
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... feel ; Love , love alone , my lyre shall claim , In songs of bliss and sighs of flame . FROM ANACREON . [ Μεσονυκτίαις ποθ ' ώραις , κ . τ . λ . ] " T WAS now the hour when Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Boötes ...
... feel ; Love , love alone , my lyre shall claim , In songs of bliss and sighs of flame . FROM ANACREON . [ Μεσονυκτίαις ποθ ' ώραις , κ . τ . λ . ] " T WAS now the hour when Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Boötes ...
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... feel : A tawny hide , the Moorish lion's spoil , Slain ' midst the forest , in the hunter's toil , Mnestheus to guard the elder youth bestows , And old Alethes ' casque defends his brows . Arm'd , thence they go , while all th ...
... feel : A tawny hide , the Moorish lion's spoil , Slain ' midst the forest , in the hunter's toil , Mnestheus to guard the elder youth bestows , And old Alethes ' casque defends his brows . Arm'd , thence they go , while all th ...
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... feels : Deceit the guilty lips impart , And hush the mandates of the heart ; But soul's interpreters , the eyes ... feel the restless woe Which stings the soul , with vain regret , Of him who never can forget ! " THE CORNELIAN . No ...
... feels : Deceit the guilty lips impart , And hush the mandates of the heart ; But soul's interpreters , the eyes ... feel the restless woe Which stings the soul , with vain regret , Of him who never can forget ! " THE CORNELIAN . No ...
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... feel , - To know that thou art lost for ever . Give me again a faithful few , In years and feelings still the same , And I will fly the midnight crew , Where boist'rous joy is but a name . And woman , lovely woman ! thou , My hope , my ...
... feel , - To know that thou art lost for ever . Give me again a faithful few , In years and feelings still the same , And I will fly the midnight crew , Where boist'rous joy is but a name . And woman , lovely woman ! thou , My hope , my ...
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... feels , it sickens with the chill . Thou bitter pledge ! thou mournful token ! Though painful , welcome to my breast ... feel , or feign , decorous woe . But silent let me sink to earth , With no officious mourners near : I would not mar ...
... feels , it sickens with the chill . Thou bitter pledge ! thou mournful token ! Though painful , welcome to my breast ... feel , or feign , decorous woe . But silent let me sink to earth , With no officious mourners near : I would not mar ...
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Página 153 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms— the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
Página 159 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, 0 tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest ? XCVII.
Página 72 - OUR life is twofold : Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Página 153 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Página 152 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Página 245 - And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Página 178 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 180 - Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now. And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy...
Página 180 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Página 178 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 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.