The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Volume 1R. W. Pomeroy, 1824 |
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... his bosom slept The silent thought , nor from his lips did come One word of wail , whilst others sate and wept , And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept . XIII . But when the sun was sinking in the 12 Canto I CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... his bosom slept The silent thought , nor from his lips did come One word of wail , whilst others sate and wept , And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept . XIII . But when the sun was sinking in the 12 Canto I CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... thought to flee , More restless than the swallow in the skies : Though here awhile he learn'd to moralize , For meditation fix'd at times on him ; And conscious reason whisper'd to despise His early youth , mispent in maddest whim ; But ...
... thought to flee , More restless than the swallow in the skies : Though here awhile he learn'd to moralize , For meditation fix'd at times on him ; And conscious reason whisper'd to despise His early youth , mispent in maddest whim ; But ...
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... Thought . 7 . Yet others rapt in pleasure seem , And taste of all that I forsake ; Oh may they still of transport dream , And ne'er , at least like me , awake ! 8 . Through many a clime ' tis mine to go , With many a retrospection curst ...
... Thought . 7 . Yet others rapt in pleasure seem , And taste of all that I forsake ; Oh may they still of transport dream , And ne'er , at least like me , awake ! 8 . Through many a clime ' tis mine to go , With many a retrospection curst ...
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... thoughts of thee and thine on polish'd breasts bestow . ( 2 ) II . Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where , Where are thy men of might ? thy grand in soul ? Gone - glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race ...
... thoughts of thee and thine on polish'd breasts bestow . ( 2 ) II . Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where , Where are thy men of might ? thy grand in soul ? Gone - glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race ...
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... Thought , the palace of the Soul : Behold through each lack - lustre , eyeless hole , The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit , And passion's host , that never brook'd control : Can all , saint , sage , or sophist ever writ , People this ...
... Thought , the palace of the Soul : Behold through each lack - lustre , eyeless hole , The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit , And passion's host , that never brook'd control : Can all , saint , sage , or sophist ever writ , People this ...
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Page 186 - 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...
Page 188 - 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 wantoned 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.
Page 79 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider. Welcome, to their roar ! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the...
Page 85 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 187 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Page 152 - Oh, Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Page 85 - 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...
Page 79 - Is THY face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Page 109 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! 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!
Page 136 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her, a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air, an island of the blest...