The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Including His Suppressed Poems, and Others Never Before Published, Volumen1Baudry, 1832 |
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... side is hung a seal and sable scroll , Where blazon'd glare names known to chivalry , And sundry signatures adorn the roll , Whereat the urchin points , and laughs with all his soul . XXV . Convention is the dwarfish demon styled That ...
... side is hung a seal and sable scroll , Where blazon'd glare names known to chivalry , And sundry signatures adorn the roll , Whereat the urchin points , and laughs with all his soul . XXV . Convention is the dwarfish demon styled That ...
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... sides . Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook , And vacant on the rippling waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference ...
... sides . Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook , And vacant on the rippling waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference ...
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... side of Castri stands a Greek monastery ; some way above which is the cleft in the rock , with a range of caverns difficult of ascent , and apparently leading to the interior of the mountain : probably to the Corycian Cavern men- tioned ...
... side of Castri stands a Greek monastery ; some way above which is the cleft in the rock , with a range of caverns difficult of ascent , and apparently leading to the interior of the mountain : probably to the Corycian Cavern men- tioned ...
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... ? Alas ! when mingling souls forget to blend , Death hath but little left him to destroy ! Ah ! happy years ! once more , who would not be a boy ? XXIV . Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side , 44 BYRON'S WORKS .
... ? Alas ! when mingling souls forget to blend , Death hath but little left him to destroy ! Ah ! happy years ! once more , who would not be a boy ? XXIV . Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side , 44 BYRON'S WORKS .
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... side , To gaze on Dian's wave - reflected sphere , The soul forgets her schemes of hope and pride , And flies unconscious o'er each backward year . None are so desolate but something dear , Dearer than self , possesses or possess'd A ...
... side , To gaze on Dian's wave - reflected sphere , The soul forgets her schemes of hope and pride , And flies unconscious o'er each backward year . None are so desolate but something dear , Dearer than self , possesses or possess'd A ...
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Página 103 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Página 473 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 181 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Página 461 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
Página 474 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! FROM JOH.
Página 97 - Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
Página 182 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 356 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar; for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! — May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 141 - But ever and anon of griefs subdued There comes a token like a scorpion's sting, Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued ; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music — summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound...
Página 172 - But when the rising moon begins to climb Its topmost arch, and gently pauses there; When the stars twinkle through the loops of time...