The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Tom 9J. Murray, 1832 |
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Strona 7
... tell me , my soul ! must I perish By pangs which a smile would dispel ? Would the hope , which thou once bad'st me cherish , For torture repay me too well ? Now sad is the garden of roses , Beloved but L B 4 OCCASIONAL PIECES . 7.
... tell me , my soul ! must I perish By pangs which a smile would dispel ? Would the hope , which thou once bad'st me cherish , For torture repay me too well ? Now sad is the garden of roses , Beloved but L B 4 OCCASIONAL PIECES . 7.
Strona 9
... tell the tale - My pen were doubly weak : Oh ! what can idle words avail , Unless the heart could speak ? By day or night , in weal or woe , That heart , no longer free , Must bear the love it cannot show , And silent ache for thee ...
... tell the tale - My pen were doubly weak : Oh ! what can idle words avail , Unless the heart could speak ? By day or night , in weal or woe , That heart , no longer free , Must bear the love it cannot show , And silent ache for thee ...
Strona 11
... tell , and vain to hear , The tale of one who scorns a tear ; And there is little in that tale Which better bosoms would bewail . But mine has suffer'd more than well ' T would suit philosophy to tell . ( 1 ) [ i . e . Mr. Francis ...
... tell , and vain to hear , The tale of one who scorns a tear ; And there is little in that tale Which better bosoms would bewail . But mine has suffer'd more than well ' T would suit philosophy to tell . ( 1 ) [ i . e . Mr. Francis ...
Strona 22
... tell , ' Tis Nothing that I loved so well . Yet did I love thee to the last As fervently as thou , Who didst not change through all the past , And canst not alter now . The love where Death has set his seal , Nor age can chill , nor ...
... tell , ' Tis Nothing that I loved so well . Yet did I love thee to the last As fervently as thou , Who didst not change through all the past , And canst not alter now . The love where Death has set his seal , Nor age can chill , nor ...
Strona 28
... tell , who share , like me , In turn thy converse ( 1 ) , and thy song . But when the dreaded hour shall come By Friendship ever deem'd too nigh , And " MEMORY " o'er her Druid's tomb ( 2 ) Shall weep that aught of thee can die , How ...
... tell , who share , like me , In turn thy converse ( 1 ) , and thy song . But when the dreaded hour shall come By Friendship ever deem'd too nigh , And " MEMORY " o'er her Druid's tomb ( 2 ) Shall weep that aught of thee can die , How ...
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Strona 205 - 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...
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Strona 206 - 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 262 - Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber...
Strona 177 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Strona 163 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Strona 270 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled — and Mercy sigh'd farewell...
Strona 97 - We know what we are, but we know not what we may be...
Strona 213 - Such was Zuleika — such around her shone The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone ; The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, And, oh ! that eye was in itself a Soul...
Strona 307 - 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 ! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.