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10. oldal
... . If thou hadst died as honour dies , Some new Napoleon might arise , To shame the world again— But who would soar the solar height , To set in such a starless night ? XII . Weighed in the balance , hero dust Is 10 ODE TO.
... . If thou hadst died as honour dies , Some new Napoleon might arise , To shame the world again— But who would soar the solar height , To set in such a starless night ? XII . Weighed in the balance , hero dust Is 10 ODE TO.
25. oldal
... night , in a thunder - storm ; when the guides had lost the road to Zitza , near the range of mountains formerly called Pindus , in Albania . 1 . CHILL and mirk is the nightly blast , Where Pindus ' mountains rise , And angry clouds are ...
... night , in a thunder - storm ; when the guides had lost the road to Zitza , near the range of mountains formerly called Pindus , in Albania . 1 . CHILL and mirk is the nightly blast , Where Pindus ' mountains rise , And angry clouds are ...
27. oldal
... night will dare To tempt the wilderness ? And who ' mid thunder peals can hear Our signal of distress ? 7 . And who that heard our shouts would rise To try the dubious road ? Nor rather deem from nightly cries That outlaws were abroad ...
... night will dare To tempt the wilderness ? And who ' mid thunder peals can hear Our signal of distress ? 7 . And who that heard our shouts would rise To try the dubious road ? Nor rather deem from nightly cries That outlaws were abroad ...
50. oldal
... one memorial for a breast , Whose thoughts are all thine own . 4 . Nor need I write - to tell the tale My pen were doubly weak : Oh ! what can idle words avail , Unless the heart could speak ? 5 . By day or night , in weal or 50 . POEMS .
... one memorial for a breast , Whose thoughts are all thine own . 4 . Nor need I write - to tell the tale My pen were doubly weak : Oh ! what can idle words avail , Unless the heart could speak ? 5 . By day or night , in weal or 50 . POEMS .
51. oldal
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) 5 . 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 . XII . TO THYRZA . WITHOUT a stone to mark. E 2 POEMS . 51.
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) 5 . 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 . XII . TO THYRZA . WITHOUT a stone to mark. E 2 POEMS . 51.
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Abydos art thou Athens behold blest blood bloom blush bosom breast cease charms cold Constantinople could'st dare dark dead dear death deemed doomed dread dream earth eyes fair fame FAREWELL fear feel Fiend's arch fire from heaven fled flowers frigate Galilee gaze Genevra glance Haideé harp hath heaven HEBREW MELODIES hope hour Judah's JUVENAL light living lonely love thee loved in vain lute Mariamne mirth mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night Note o'er once pain pangs perchance Pindus remember repine Romaic SAW THEE scene shine shone sigh silent sleep smile soar song Sorrow soul sound Sparta STANZAS sweet tears thine thing thou art thou canst thou hast thought throne THY DAYS thy fall thy heart Thyrza triumph Turkish twill vainly voice WALKS IN BEAUTY weep wept withered ἀγαπῶ Ζώη Ζώη με
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201. oldal - 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. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
152. oldal - 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 ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
201. oldal - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
202. oldal - 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...
165. oldal - Away in Beauty's Bloom OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
9. oldal - The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell, Cast crowns for rosaries away, An empire for a cell...
166. oldal - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year ; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom. And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream. And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step...
187. oldal - A captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, He heard the King's command, He saw that writing's truth. The lamps around were bright, The prophecy in view; He read it on that night, — The morrow proved it true. " Belshazzar's grave is made, His kingdom...
159. oldal - d race ; For, taking root, it there remains In solitary grace : It cannot quit its place of birth, It will not live in other earth. But we must wander witheringly, In other lands to die; And where our fathers...
13. oldal - Wilt thou withstand the shock? And share with him, the unforgiven, His vulture and his rock? Foredoomed by God — by man accurst, And that last act, though not thy worst, The very Fiend's arch mock ! He, in his fall preserved his pride, And, if a mortal; had as proudly died!