The poetical works of lord ByronWard Lock, 1878 |
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... Death of Sir " storm Written after Swimming from Sestos The Spell is broke , the Charm is flown !. Stanzas written in passing the Ambra- cian Gulf Peter Parker , Bart . To Belshazzar Stanzas for Music : " There be none of Beauty's ...
... Death of Sir " storm Written after Swimming from Sestos The Spell is broke , the Charm is flown !. Stanzas written in passing the Ambra- cian Gulf Peter Parker , Bart . To Belshazzar Stanzas for Music : " There be none of Beauty's ...
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... death has reap'd the fruit . ' Twas thine own genius gave the final blow , 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 ...
... death has reap'd the fruit . ' Twas thine own genius gave the final blow , 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 ...
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... death that consecrates his fall , Swell the young heart with visionary charms , And bid it antedate the joys of arms . But know , a lesson you may yet be taught , With death alone are laurels cheaply bought : Not in the conflict Havoc ...
... death that consecrates his fall , Swell the young heart with visionary charms , And bid it antedate the joys of arms . But know , a lesson you may yet be taught , With death alone are laurels cheaply bought : Not in the conflict Havoc ...
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... death , The bale - fires flash on high : -from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe : Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant ...
... death , The bale - fires flash on high : -from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe : Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant ...
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... Death's prophetic ear ; And when they smiled because he deem'd it near , His heart more truly knew that peal too well Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier , And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell : He rushed into the ...
... Death's prophetic ear ; And when they smiled because he deem'd it near , His heart more truly knew that peal too well Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier , And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell : He rushed into the ...
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Adah Aholibamah Anah art thou aught beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cæs Cain call'd Calmar coursers dare dark dead death deep Doge doth dread dream e'er earth eyes fair fame father fear feel gaze Giaour glory grave Greece hand hate hath heard heart heaven honour hope hour Iden Juan king knew Lady leave less Lioni live look look'd lord Lucifer Marino Faliero Michel Steno mortal Myrrha ne'er never night nought o'er once PANIA pass'd passion round Sardanapalus satraps scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit Stral strange Suwarrow sweet sword tears thee thine things thou hast thought turn'd twas twill unto Venice voice wave whate'er words young youth
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64. oldal - 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 wantoned 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.
38. oldal - 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 thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
28. oldal - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
64. oldal - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
38. oldal - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
37. oldal - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
44. oldal - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
60. oldal - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low— And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
134. oldal - 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.
64. oldal - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: — there let him lay.