Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volumen9John Murray, 1833 |
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... claims- — nor you refuse One tribute to revive his slumbering muse ; With garlands deck your own Menander's head ! Nor hoard your honours idly for the dead ! Dear are the days which made our annals bright , 30 OCCASIONAL PIECES .
... claims- — nor you refuse One tribute to revive his slumbering muse ; With garlands deck your own Menander's head ! Nor hoard your honours idly for the dead ! Dear are the days which made our annals bright , 30 OCCASIONAL PIECES .
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... bright , Ere Garrick fled , or Brinsley ( ) ceased to write . Heirs to their labours , like all high - born heirs , Vain of our ancestry as they of theirs ; While thus Remembrance borrows Banquo's glass To claim the sceptred shadows as ...
... bright , Ere Garrick fled , or Brinsley ( ) ceased to write . Heirs to their labours , like all high - born heirs , Vain of our ancestry as they of theirs ; While thus Remembrance borrows Banquo's glass To claim the sceptred shadows as ...
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... bright , But one unclouded blaze of living light ; O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws , Gilds the green wave that trembles as it glows ; On old Ægina's rock and Hydra's isle The god of gladness sheds his parting smile ; O'er ...
... bright , But one unclouded blaze of living light ; O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws , Gilds the green wave that trembles as it glows ; On old Ægina's rock and Hydra's isle The god of gladness sheds his parting smile ; O'er ...
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... bright around , with quivering beams beset , Her emblem sparkles o'er the minaret : The groves of olive scatter'd dark and wide , Where meek Cephisus sheds his scanty tide , The cypress saddening by the sacred mosque , The gleaming ...
... bright around , with quivering beams beset , Her emblem sparkles o'er the minaret : The groves of olive scatter'd dark and wide , Where meek Cephisus sheds his scanty tide , The cypress saddening by the sacred mosque , The gleaming ...
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... bright Barossa ! thou canst tell Whose were the sons that bravely fought and fell . But Lusitania , kind and dear ally , Can spare a few to fight , and sometimes fly . Oh glorious field ! by Famine fiercely won , The Gaul retires for ...
... bright Barossa ! thou canst tell Whose were the sons that bravely fought and fell . But Lusitania , kind and dear ally , Can spare a few to fight , and sometimes fly . Oh glorious field ! by Famine fiercely won , The Gaul retires for ...
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antè arms Athens bard bear beauty Behold beneath blood bosom breast bride Bride of Abydos brow canto cheek Childe Harold Conrad Corsair couplet dare dark dear death deeds dread earth fair fate fear feel foes friends gaze GEORGE ELLIS Giaffir Giaour glance Greek grief Gulnare hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven heroic couplet hope hour live lonely Lord Byron ne'er never night o'er once Pacha Pallas Parthenon pass'd poem poet quæ quid rhyme Romaic scarce scene seem'd Selim shore slave smile song soothe soul tale tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Turkish Twas verse voice Waltz wave wild words Zuleika ἂν ἀπὸ δὲν διὰ Ἐγὼ εἶναι εἰς ἐν καὶ κὴ μὲ νὰ σᾶς τὰ τὰς τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν
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Página 207 - 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?
Página 152 - Such is the aspect of this shore; >Tis Greece, but living Greece no more So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath...
Página 153 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...
Página 151 - 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), And marked the mild, angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there...
Página 264 - Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes...
Página 165 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Página 86 - ... verum ubi plura nitent in carmine, non ego paucis offendar maculis, quas aut incuria fudit aut humana parum cavit natura.
Página 109 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página viii - Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Página 270 - Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart. What is that spell, that thus his lawless train Confess and envy, yet oppose in vain ? What should it be, that thus their faith can bind ? The power of Thought — the magic of the Mind ! Link'il with success, assumed and kept with skill, That moulds another's weakness to its will ; Wields with their hands, but, still to these unknown, Makes even their mightiest deeds appear his own. Such hath it been...