The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 1Carey, 1843 |
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... scarce a third of his pass'd by , Worse than adversity the Childe befell ; He felt the fulness of satiety : Then loathed he in his native land to dwell , Which seem'd to him more lone than Eremite's sad cell . V. For he through Sin's ...
... scarce a third of his pass'd by , Worse than adversity the Childe befell ; He felt the fulness of satiety : Then loathed he in his native land to dwell , Which seem'd to him more lone than Eremite's sad cell . V. For he through Sin's ...
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... scarce can fly More merrily along . " 4 . Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And ...
... scarce can fly More merrily along . " 4 . Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And ...
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... scarce allow To halls deserted , portals gaping wide ; Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide ! ( 1 ) It is a well known fact , that in the ...
... scarce allow To halls deserted , portals gaping wide ; Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide ! ( 1 ) It is a well known fact , that in the ...
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... scarce a name distinguisheth the brook , Though rival kingdoms press its verdant sides . Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook , And vacant on the rippling waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For ...
... scarce a name distinguisheth the brook , Though rival kingdoms press its verdant sides . Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook , And vacant on the rippling waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For ...
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... scarce for joy can number their array . XLI . Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice ; Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high ; Three gaudy standards flout the pale blue skies ; The shouts are France , Spain , Albion , Victory ...
... scarce for joy can number their array . XLI . Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice ; Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high ; Three gaudy standards flout the pale blue skies ; The shouts are France , Spain , Albion , Victory ...
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Page 105 - 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 Blush'd 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 104 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men...
Page 190 - 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 190 - 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' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Page 472 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray — An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Page 66 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth...
Page 190 - Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 126 - 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 468 - And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left: Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp: And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing! For in these limbs its teeth remain...
Page 124 - He is an evening reveller who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still, There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil. Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.