The poetical works of lord Byron, complete. (Pearl ed.).J. Murray, 1867 - 685 páginas |
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... slave . Here I can trace - ah , no ! that eye , Whose azure floats in liquid fire , Must all the painter's art defy , And bid him from the task retire . Here I behold its beauteous hue ; But where's the beam so sweetly straying , Which ...
... slave . Here I can trace - ah , no ! that eye , Whose azure floats in liquid fire , Must all the painter's art defy , And bid him from the task retire . Here I behold its beauteous hue ; But where's the beam so sweetly straying , Which ...
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... slave alone would toil for more . Now last , but nearest of the social band , See honest , open , generous CLEON stand ; With scarce one speck to cloud the pleasing scene , No vice degrades that purest soul serene . On the same day our ...
... slave alone would toil for more . Now last , but nearest of the social band , See honest , open , generous CLEON stand ; With scarce one speck to cloud the pleasing scene , No vice degrades that purest soul serene . On the same day our ...
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... slave ; - Have kiss'd , as if without design , The babe which ought to have been mine , And show'd , alas ! in each caress Time had not made me love the less . The pledge we wore - I wear it still , 50 BYRON'S WORKS . [ 1811 .
... slave ; - Have kiss'd , as if without design , The babe which ought to have been mine , And show'd , alas ! in each caress Time had not made me love the less . The pledge we wore - I wear it still , 50 BYRON'S WORKS . [ 1811 .
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... slave , A boon ' t is idle then to give , Relenting Nature vainly gave My life , when Thyrza ceased to live ! My Thyrza's pledge in better days , 19 When love and life alike were new ! How different now thou meet'st my gaze ! How tinged ...
... slave , A boon ' t is idle then to give , Relenting Nature vainly gave My life , when Thyrza ceased to live ! My Thyrza's pledge in better days , 19 When love and life alike were new ! How different now thou meet'st my gaze ! How tinged ...
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... alone ? To die a prince - or live a slave- Thy choice is most ignobly brave ! VI . He who of old would rend the oak 1814. ] 59 OCCASIONAL PIECES . 69 WINDSOR POETICS DOMESTIC PIECES-1816 ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE FARE THEE WELL.
... alone ? To die a prince - or live a slave- Thy choice is most ignobly brave ! VI . He who of old would rend the oak 1814. ] 59 OCCASIONAL PIECES . 69 WINDSOR POETICS DOMESTIC PIECES-1816 ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE FARE THEE WELL.
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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.