The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Including His Suppressed Poems, and Others Never Before Published, Том 1Baudry, 1832 |
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... breast might vainly sigh , Could I to thee be ever more than friend ; This much , dear maid , accord : nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend . Such is thy name ...
... breast might vainly sigh , Could I to thee be ever more than friend ; This much , dear maid , accord : nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend . Such is thy name ...
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... breast a breast of steel : Ye who have known what ' t is to dote upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The laughing ...
... breast a breast of steel : Ye who have known what ' t is to dote upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The laughing ...
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... breast , or learn experience sage . XXIX . Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay , * 5 Where dwelt of yore the Lusian's luckless queen ; And church and court did mingle their array , And mass and revel were alternate seen ; Lordlings ...
... breast , or learn experience sage . XXIX . Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay , * 5 Where dwelt of yore the Lusian's luckless queen ; And church and court did mingle their array , And mass and revel were alternate seen ; Lordlings ...
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... breast , And mix unbleeding with the boasted slain , While glory crowns so many a meaner crest ! What hadst thou done , to sink so peacefully to rest ? XCII . Oh , known the earliest , and esteem'd the most ! Dear to a heart where ...
... breast , And mix unbleeding with the boasted slain , While glory crowns so many a meaner crest ! What hadst thou done , to sink so peacefully to rest ? XCII . Oh , known the earliest , and esteem'd the most ! Dear to a heart where ...
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... breasts bestow . II . Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where , Where are thy men of might ? thy grand in soul ? Gone , glimmering thro ' the dream of things that were ; First in the race that led to glory's goal , They won , and pass'd ...
... breasts bestow . II . Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where , Where are thy men of might ? thy grand in soul ? Gone , glimmering thro ' the dream of things that were ; First in the race that led to glory's goal , They won , and pass'd ...
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Стр. 103 - 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; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Стр. 473 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Стр. 181 - 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...
Стр. 461 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
Стр. 474 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! FROM JOH.
Стр. 97 - Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
Стр. 182 - 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 wanton'd 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.
Стр. 356 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar; for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! — May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Стр. 141 - But ever and anon of griefs subdued There comes a token like a scorpion's sting, Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued ; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music — summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound...
Стр. 172 - But when the rising moon begins to climb Its topmost arch, and gently pauses there; When the stars twinkle through the loops of time...