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When he first o ' erleapt thy wall , Its foundation mourned thy fall . Now , though
towering like a Babel , Who to stop his steps are able ? Stalking o ' er thy highest
dome Remus claims his vengeance , Rome ! Now they reach thee in their anger
...
When he first o ' erleapt thy wall , Its foundation mourned thy fall . Now , though
towering like a Babel , Who to stop his steps are able ? Stalking o ' er thy highest
dome Remus claims his vengeance , Rome ! Now they reach thee in their anger
...
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A populous solitude of bees and birds , And fairy - form ' d , and many - colour ' d
things , Who worship him with notes more sweet than words , And innocently
open their glad wings , Fearless and full of life ; the gush of springs , And fall of
lofty ...
A populous solitude of bees and birds , And fairy - form ' d , and many - colour ' d
things , Who worship him with notes more sweet than words , And innocently
open their glad wings , Fearless and full of life ; the gush of springs , And fall of
lofty ...
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If , like a tower upon a headlong rock , Thou hadst been made to stand or fall
alone , Such scorn of man had help ' d to brave the shock ; But men ' s thoughts
were the steps which paved thy throne , i Their admiration thy best weapon
shone ...
If , like a tower upon a headlong rock , Thou hadst been made to stand or fall
alone , Such scorn of man had help ' d to brave the shock ; But men ' s thoughts
were the steps which paved thy throne , i Their admiration thy best weapon
shone ...
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The eternal change But grasps humanity with quicker range ; And they who fall ,
but fall as worlds will fall , To rise , if just , a spirit o ' er them all . Rapt in the fond
forgetfulness of life , Neuha , the South Sea girl , was all a wife , With no ...
The eternal change But grasps humanity with quicker range ; And they who fall ,
but fall as worlds will fall , To rise , if just , a spirit o ' er them all . Rapt in the fond
forgetfulness of life , Neuha , the South Sea girl , was all a wife , With no ...
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Consisting of Selections from His Works George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,
Alfred Howard. That all those charms have passed away ; . I might have watch ' d
through long decay . The flower in ripen ' d bloom unmatch ' d Must fall the
earliest ...
Consisting of Selections from His Works George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,
Alfred Howard. That all those charms have passed away ; . I might have watch ' d
through long decay . The flower in ripen ' d bloom unmatch ' d Must fall the
earliest ...
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Page 66 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ! Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
Page 52 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Page 66 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Page 148 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Page 146 - 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 66 - On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heraclcidan blood might own.
Page 117 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Page 63 - 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!
Page 150 - 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...
Page 164 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...