The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Tom 2R. W. Pomeroy, 1824 |
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... late . " XIV . Thus with himself communion held he , till He reach'd the summit of his tower - crown'd hill : There at the portal paused - for wild and soft He heard those accents never heard too oft ; Through the high lattice far yet ...
... late . " XIV . Thus with himself communion held he , till He reach'd the summit of his tower - crown'd hill : There at the portal paused - for wild and soft He heard those accents never heard too oft ; Through the high lattice far yet ...
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... late ? Mean time , the steady breeze serenely blew , And fast and falcon - like the vessel flew ; Pass'd the high headlands of each clustering isle , To gain their port - long - long ere morning smile : And soon the night - glass ...
... late ? Mean time , the steady breeze serenely blew , And fast and falcon - like the vessel flew ; Pass'd the high headlands of each clustering isle , To gain their port - long - long ere morning smile : And soon the night - glass ...
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... late wandering in despair , Much did she marvel o'er the courtesy That smooth'd his accents ; soften'd in his eye ; ' Twas strange - that robber thus with gore bedew'd , Seem'd gentler then than Seyd in fondest mood . The Pacha woo'd as ...
... late wandering in despair , Much did she marvel o'er the courtesy That smooth'd his accents ; soften'd in his eye ; ' Twas strange - that robber thus with gore bedew'd , Seem'd gentler then than Seyd in fondest mood . The Pacha woo'd as ...
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... late the last to shun - the first to mend- To count the hours that struggle to thine end , With not a friend to animate , and tell To other ears that death became thee well ; Around thee foes to forge the ready lie , And blot life's ...
... late the last to shun - the first to mend- To count the hours that struggle to thine end , With not a friend to animate , and tell To other ears that death became thee well ; Around thee foes to forge the ready lie , And blot life's ...
Strona 59
... late had bent her leaning head Above some object of her doubt or dread . They meet - upon her brow - unknown - forgot- Her hurrying hand had left - ' twas but a spot- Its hue was all he saw , and scarce withstood- Oh ! slight but ...
... late had bent her leaning head Above some object of her doubt or dread . They meet - upon her brow - unknown - forgot- Her hurrying hand had left - ' twas but a spot- Its hue was all he saw , and scarce withstood- Oh ! slight but ...
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Strona 305 - What I have done is done ; I bear within A torture which could nothing gain from thine : The mind which is immortal makes itself Requital for its good or evil thoughts — Is its own origin of ill and end — And its own place and time...
Strona 247 - And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low: So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest . Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Strona 7 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way...
Strona 117 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Strona 7 - 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 ! " These are our realms, no limits' to their sway — " Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range " From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
Strona 301 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Strona 117 - Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime ? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Strona 305 - Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt me ; I have not been thy dupe nor am thy prey, But was my own destroyer, and will be My own hereafter. — Back, ye baffled fiends ! The hand of death is on me — but not yours ! [The Demons disappear.
Strona 287 - This man Is of no common order, as his port And presence here denote ; his sufferings Have been of an immortal nature, like Our own ; his knowledge, and his powers and will, As far as is compatible with clay, Which clogs the ethereal essence, have...
Strona 298 - Centre of many stars ! which mak'st our earth Endurable, and temperest the hues And hearts of all who walk within thy rays ! Sire of the seasons ! Monarch of the climes, And those who dwell in them ! for near or far, Our inborn spirits have a tint of thee Even as our outward aspects ; — thou dost rise, And shine, and set in glory. Fare thee well ! I ne'er shall see thee more. As my first glance Of love and wonder was for thee, then take My latest look...