The Works of Lord Byron: Including the Suppressed Poems. Complete in One VolumeA. and W. Galignani, 1828 - 718 pages |
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... arm the Hydra bleeds : All , all in vain , my wayward lyre Wakes silver notes of soft desire . Adieu ! ye chiefs renown'd in arms ! Adieu ! the clang of war's alarms . To other deeds my soul is strung , And sweeter notes shall now be ...
... arm the Hydra bleeds : All , all in vain , my wayward lyre Wakes silver notes of soft desire . Adieu ! ye chiefs renown'd in arms ! Adieu ! the clang of war's alarms . To other deeds my soul is strung , And sweeter notes shall now be ...
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... arms ; More dear thy worth and valour than my own , I swear by him who fills Olympus ' throne ! So may I triumph ... arm , with adverse blow , Should lay the friend who ever loved thee low ; Live thou , such beauties I would fain ...
... arms ; More dear thy worth and valour than my own , I swear by him who fills Olympus ' throne ! So may I triumph ... arm , with adverse blow , Should lay the friend who ever loved thee low ; Live thou , such beauties I would fain ...
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... arms , are seen , And flowing flasks , and scatter'd troops between ; Bacchus and Mars to rule the camp combine , A mingled chaos this of war and wine . Now , cries the first , « for deeds of blood With me the conquest and the labour ...
... arms , are seen , And flowing flasks , and scatter'd troops between ; Bacchus and Mars to rule the camp combine , A mingled chaos this of war and wine . Now , cries the first , « for deeds of blood With me the conquest and the labour ...
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... arms ? From whence ? to whom ? » He meets with no reply , Trusting the covert of the night , they fly ; The ... arm , Fate gleams in every blow ; In vain , beneath unnumber'd wounds he bleeds , Nor wounds , nor death , distracted Nisus ...
... arms ? From whence ? to whom ? » He meets with no reply , Trusting the covert of the night , they fly ; The ... arm , Fate gleams in every blow ; In vain , beneath unnumber'd wounds he bleeds , Nor wounds , nor death , distracted Nisus ...
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... arms , The braying trumpet , and the hoarser drum , Unite in concert with increased alarms . 19 An abbey once , a regal fortress 2 now , Encircled by insulting rebel powers ; War's dread machines o'erhang thy threatening brow , And dart ...
... arms , The braying trumpet , and the hoarser drum , Unite in concert with increased alarms . 19 An abbey once , a regal fortress 2 now , Encircled by insulting rebel powers ; War's dread machines o'erhang thy threatening brow , And dart ...
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ADAH AHOLIBAMAH ANAH ANGIOLINA ARBACES ARNOLD aught BARBARIGO bear beauty behold BELESES beneath BENINTENDE blood bosom breast breath brow CAIN CALENDARO CESAR chief dare dark dead death deeds deep DOGE dost dread earth fame father fear feel GABOR gaze Giaour Greece Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour IDENSTEIN ISRAEL BERTUCCIO JACOPO FOSCARI JAPHET JOSEPHINE king leave less LIONI live look Lord Byron LOREDANO LUCIFER MANFRED MARINA Marino Faliero Michel Steno mortal mountains MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA pass'd Petrarch prince SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGENDORF sire slave smile soul spirit Stanza STRALENHEIM stranger sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought ULRIC unto Venice voice walls wave WERNER words wouldst youth εἰς καὶ τὴν τὸ
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Page 60 - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Page 65 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Page 210 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot...
Page 64 - 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...
Page 62 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
Page 238 - gin to fear that thou art past all aid From me and from my calling; yet so young, I still would— Man. Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death; Some perishing of pleasure, some of study, Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness, Some of disease, and some insanity, And some of wither'd or of broken hearts; For this last is a malady which slays More than are number'd in the lists of Fate,...
Page 62 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
Page 230 - The future, till the past be gulfd in darkness, It is not of my search. — My mother Earth ! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, Why are ye beautiful ? I cannot love ye.
Page 209 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath...
Page 66 - ... 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! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.