The works of lord Byron including his suppressed poemsA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 727 pages |
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... true . Oh ! SOUTHEY , SOUTHEY ! cease thy varied song ! A Bard may chaunt too often and too long : As thou art strong in verse , in mercy spare ! A fourth , alas ! were more than we could bear . But if , in spite of all the world can ...
... true . Oh ! SOUTHEY , SOUTHEY ! cease thy varied song ! A Bard may chaunt too often and too long : As thou art strong in verse , in mercy spare ! A fourth , alas ! were more than we could bear . But if , in spite of all the world can ...
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... true , First to be free and last to be subdued : And if amidst a scene , a shock so rude , Some native blood was seen thy streets to dye ; A traitor only fell beneath the feud : ' 7 Here all were noble , save nobility ; None hugg'd a ...
... true , First to be free and last to be subdued : And if amidst a scene , a shock so rude , Some native blood was seen thy streets to dye ; A traitor only fell beneath the feud : ' 7 Here all were noble , save nobility ; None hugg'd a ...
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... true , And those who know it best , deplore it most ; When all is won that all desire to woo , The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost : Youth wasted , minds degraded , honour lost , These are thy fruits , successful passion ! these ...
... true , And those who know it best , deplore it most ; When all is won that all desire to woo , The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost : Youth wasted , minds degraded , honour lost , These are thy fruits , successful passion ! these ...
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... true , And those who know it best , deplore it most ; When all is won that all desire to woo , The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost : Youth wasted , minds degraded , honour lost , These are thy fruits , successful passion ! these ...
... true , And those who know it best , deplore it most ; When all is won that all desire to woo , The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost : Youth wasted , minds degraded , honour lost , These are thy fruits , successful passion ! these ...
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... true - born son of Greece , If Greece one true - born patriot still can boast : Not such as prate of war , but skulk in peace , The bondsman's peace , who sighs for all he lost , Yet with smooth smile his tyrant can accost , And wield ...
... true - born son of Greece , If Greece one true - born patriot still can boast : Not such as prate of war , but skulk in peace , The bondsman's peace , who sighs for all he lost , Yet with smooth smile his tyrant can accost , And wield ...
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ADAH Ali Pacha ANGIOLINA ARBACES arms ARNOLD aught BARBARIGO bear beautiful behold BELESES beneath BENINTENDE blood breast breath brow CAIN CALENDARO chief Childe Harold dare dark dead death DOGE dread Duke earth fame father fear feel foes GABOR gaze Giaour Greece Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour IDENSTEIN ISRAEL BERTUCCIO JACOPO FOSCARI JOSEPHINE king leave LIONI live look Lord Byron lordship LOREDANO LUCIFER MANFRED Marco Botzaris MARINA Marino Faliero Michele Steno mortal MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA Parisina pass'd passion Petrarch prince SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGENDORF Signor sire slave smile soul speak spirit Stanza STRALENHEIM STRANGER sword tears thee thine things thou art thought ULRIC Venice voice walls wave WERNER words youth εἰς καὶ τὴν τὸ
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Page 44 - 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 187 - t was coarse and rude, For we were used to hunter's fare, And for the like had little care: The milk drawn from the mountain goat Was changed for water from the moat, Our bread was such as captives...
Page 188 - It was not night — it was not day, It was not even the dungeon-light, So hateful to my heavy sight, But vacancy absorbing space, And fixedness — without a place; There were no stars — no earth — no time — No check — no change — no good — no crime — But silence, and a stirless breath Which neither was of life nor death; A sea of stagnant idleness, Blind, boundless, mute, and motionless!
Page 64 - 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 205 - Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.
Page 423 - The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.
Page 188 - I took that hand which lay so still — Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength to stir or strive, But felt that I was still alive — A frantic feeling, when we know That what we love shall ne'er be so.
Page 317 - By tyrannous threats to force you into faith 'Gainst all external sense and inward feeling: Think and endure — and form an inner world In your own bosom — where the outward fails; So shall you nearer be the spiritual Nature, and war triumphant with your own.
Page 53 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Page 158 - He call'd on Nature's self to share the shame, And charged all faults upon the fleshly form She gave to clog the soul, and feast the worm , Till he at last confounded good and ill, And half mistook for fate the acts of will : Too high for common selfishness, he could At times resign his own for others* good, But not in pity, not because he ought.