The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One VolumeJ. Murray, 1847 - 827 pages |
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... appear that that gentleman had recommended the sup- pression or alteration of this stanza : - " I do not mean to exchange the ninth verse the Good Night . ' I have no reason to suppose my dog better than his brother brutes , mankind ...
... appear that that gentleman had recommended the sup- pression or alteration of this stanza : - " I do not mean to exchange the ninth verse the Good Night . ' I have no reason to suppose my dog better than his brother brutes , mankind ...
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... appear ! how languid , wan , and weak ! of beauty . She has further had the honour to be painted by Wilkie , and alluded to in Wordsworth's Dissertation on the Convention ( misnamed ) of Cintra ; where a noble passage concludes in these ...
... appear ! how languid , wan , and weak ! of beauty . She has further had the honour to be painted by Wilkie , and alluded to in Wordsworth's Dissertation on the Convention ( misnamed ) of Cintra ; where a noble passage concludes in these ...
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... appears , His gory chest unveils life's panting source ; Though death - struck , still his feeble frame he rears ... appear amidst the filth and sorror of the shambles . The Spaniards received this sport from the Moors , among whom ...
... appears , His gory chest unveils life's panting source ; Though death - struck , still his feeble frame he rears ... appear amidst the filth and sorror of the shambles . The Spaniards received this sport from the Moors , among whom ...
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... appear more conspicuous than in the record of what Athens was , and the certainty of what she now is . This theatre of contention between mighty fac- tions , of the struggles of orators , the exaltation and deposition of tyrants , the ...
... appear more conspicuous than in the record of what Athens was , and the certainty of what she now is . This theatre of contention between mighty fac- tions , of the struggles of orators , the exaltation and deposition of tyrants , the ...
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... appear , [ year . And gathering storms around convulse the closing XLIII . Now Harold felt himself at length alone , And bade to Christian tongues a long adieu ; Now he adventured on a shore unknown , Which all admire , but many dread ...
... appear , [ year . And gathering storms around convulse the closing XLIII . Now Harold felt himself at length alone , And bade to Christian tongues a long adieu ; Now he adventured on a shore unknown , Which all admire , but many dread ...
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Adah Aholibamah Anah aught bard bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cain Calmar canto chief Childe Harold dare dark dead death deeds deep Doge Doge of Venice dost dread earth fame fate father fear feel foes gaze Giaour grave Greece hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Iden leave less Lioni live look Lord Byron Lucifer Marino Faliero mind mortal mountains Myrrha ne'er never night noble o'er once palace PANIA Parisina pass'd passion poem poet Sardanapalus scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siege of Corinth Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit Stral strange tears thee thine things thou art thought Ulric unto Venice verse voice walls wave wild words young youth
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Page 60 - 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...
Page 77 - Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime ? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Page 60 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Page 60 - 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.
Page 61 - Thou glorious mirror, where the 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.
Page 30 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered 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! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Page 61 - 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 wantoned 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.
Page 63 - 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...
Page 42 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Page 61 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since : their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : not so thou ; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves