Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 pages |
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... wave thy walls within . Of changing sentiurels the distant hum , The mirth of feasts , the clang of burnished arms , The braying trumpet and the hoarser drum , Unite in concert with increased alarms . An abbey once , a regal fortresst ...
... wave thy walls within . Of changing sentiurels the distant hum , The mirth of feasts , the clang of burnished arms , The braying trumpet and the hoarser drum , Unite in concert with increased alarms . An abbey once , a regal fortresst ...
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... wave , Which may soon be his grave , The green sparkles bright with a Tear . The soldier braves death For a fanciful wreath , In glory's romantic career ; But he raises the foe , When in battle laid low , And bathes every wound with a ...
... wave , Which may soon be his grave , The green sparkles bright with a Tear . The soldier braves death For a fanciful wreath , In glory's romantic career ; But he raises the foe , When in battle laid low , And bathes every wound with a ...
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... wave ; The cheeks which sprung from Beauty's mould , The lips which made me Beauty's slave . Here I can trace - ah , no ! that eye , Whose azure floats in liquid fire , Must all the painter's art defy , And bid him from the task retire ...
... wave ; The cheeks which sprung from Beauty's mould , The lips which made me Beauty's slave . Here I can trace - ah , no ! that eye , Whose azure floats in liquid fire , Must all the painter's art defy , And bid him from the task retire ...
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... wave . Fair shone the sun on Oscar's birth When Angus hail'd his eldest born ; The vassals round their chieftain's hearth Crowd to applaud the happy morn . They feast upon the mountain deer , The pibroch raised its piercing note : To ...
... wave . Fair shone the sun on Oscar's birth When Angus hail'd his eldest born ; The vassals round their chieftain's hearth Crowd to applaud the happy morn . They feast upon the mountain deer , The pibroch raised its piercing note : To ...
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... wave in Alva's hall ! Each youth his varied plaid assumes , Attending on their chieftain's call . It is not war their aid demands- The pibroch plays the song of peace ; To Oscar's nuptials throng the band , Nor yet the sounds of ...
... wave in Alva's hall ! Each youth his varied plaid assumes , Attending on their chieftain's call . It is not war their aid demands- The pibroch plays the song of peace ; To Oscar's nuptials throng the band , Nor yet the sounds of ...
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Memoirs of the life and writings of lord Byron George Clinton (biographer of Byron.) Affichage du livre entier - 1825 |
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Albania Ali Pacha arms beauty beneath blood bosom breast breath brow called Calmar canto character charms cheek Childe Harold Countess Guiccioli dare dark dead death deeds deem deep Doge doom dread dream earth fair fame father fear feel gaze gentle Giaour gondolier grave Greece hand hath heart heaven honour hope hour Juan knew lady Lady Byron Lady Morgan Lara Lara's less lips live look Lord Byron Lord Carlisle lordship Manfred mind mortal mountains ne'er never Newstead Abbey night noble o'er once Pacha pain Parisina passed passion perhaps person poem poet poetry pride reply Samian wine Sardanapalus scarce scene seemed shore Siegendorf sigh smile song sorrow soul spirit stanzas tale tears thee thine things thought twas Venice voice wave weep wild words young youth Zuleika
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Page 558 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Page 749 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Page 400 - 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.
Page 328 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Page 392 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 557 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
Page 697 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.
Page 327 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 344 - Twas still some solace in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each, With some new hope, or legend old, Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold.
Page 348 - ... mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink Had brought me back to feel and think.