The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Including His Suppressed Poems, and Others Never Before Published, Τόμος 1Baudry, 1832 |
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Σελίδα 14
... bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! " XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the land is gone , And ...
... bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! " XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the land is gone , And ...
Σελίδα 21
... bear the chiefest prize away , And havock scarce for joy can number their array . The grave XLI . Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice ; Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high ; Three gaudy standards flout the pale blue skies ...
... bear the chiefest prize away , And havock scarce for joy can number their array . The grave XLI . Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice ; Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high ; Three gaudy standards flout the pale blue skies ...
Σελίδα 23
... Bears in his cap the badge of crimson hue , Which tells you whom to shun and whom to greet : 9 Woe to the man that walks in public view Without of loyalty this token true : Sharp is the knife , and sudden is the stroke ; And sorely ...
... Bears in his cap the badge of crimson hue , Which tells you whom to shun and whom to greet : 9 Woe to the man that walks in public view Without of loyalty this token true : Sharp is the knife , and sudden is the stroke ; And sorely ...
Σελίδα 25
... bears his touch : " Her lips , whose kisses pout to leave their nest , Bid man be valiant ere he merit such : Her glance how wildly beautiful ! how much Hath Phoebus woo'd in vain to spoil her cheek , Which glows yet smoother from his ...
... bears his touch : " Her lips , whose kisses pout to leave their nest , Bid man be valiant ere he merit such : Her glance how wildly beautiful ! how much Hath Phoebus woo'd in vain to spoil her cheek , Which glows yet smoother from his ...
Σελίδα 27
... bear ; Yield me one leaf of Daphne's deathless plant , Nor let thy votary's hope be deem'd an idle vaunt . LXIV . But ne'er didst thou , fair mount ! when Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did ...
... bear ; Yield me one leaf of Daphne's deathless plant , Nor let thy votary's hope be deem'd an idle vaunt . LXIV . But ne'er didst thou , fair mount ! when Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did ...
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Albanian Ali Pacha Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow CANTO Childe Harold Christian Cicero dark dead death deep doom earth Egeria fair fame fate feel Ficus Ruminalis foes gaze Giaour glory grave Greece Greek hand hath heard heart heaven hills honour hope hour Italian Italy Julius Cæsar land less light live maid mind mortal mountains ne'er never night Note o'er once Parisina pass pass'd Petrarch Pouqueville rock Romaic Roman Rome round scarce scene seem'd seen shine shore sigh smile song soul spirit Stanza steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tomb Venetians Venice voice walls wave wild wind young ἀπὸ δὲν διὰ εἶναι εἰς καὶ κὴ μὲ νὰ σᾶς τὰ τὴν τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν
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Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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!
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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...