The poetical works of lord Byron, complete. (Pearl ed.).J. Murray, 1867 - 685 pages |
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... better things than sneering : Of soothing compliments divested , Advice at least's disinterested ; Such is my artless song to thee , From all the flow of flattery free ; Counsel like mine is like a brother's , My heart is given to some ...
... better things than sneering : Of soothing compliments divested , Advice at least's disinterested ; Such is my artless song to thee , From all the flow of flattery free ; Counsel like mine is like a brother's , My heart is given to some ...
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... better praises than in mine , With lively air , and open heart , And fashion's ease , without its art ; Her hours can gaily glide along , Nor ask the aid of idle song . And now , O Malta ! since thou ' st got us , Thou little military ...
... better praises than in mine , With lively air , and open heart , And fashion's ease , without its art ; Her hours can gaily glide along , Nor ask the aid of idle song . And now , O Malta ! since thou ' st got us , Thou little military ...
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... better days , When love and life alike were new ! How different now thou meet'st my gaze ! How tinged by time with sorrow's hue ! The heart that gave itself with thee Is silent - ah , were mine as still ! Though cold as e'en the dead ...
... better days , When love and life alike were new ! How different now thou meet'st my gaze ! How tinged by time with sorrow's hue ! The heart that gave itself with thee Is silent - ah , were mine as still ! Though cold as e'en the dead ...
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... better manners below : [ go , If thus he harangues when he passes my border , I shall hint to friend Moloch to call him to order . " WINDSOR POETICS . Lines composed on the occasion of His Royal Highness the Prince Regent being seen ...
... better manners below : [ go , If thus he harangues when he passes my border , I shall hint to friend Moloch to call him to order . " WINDSOR POETICS . Lines composed on the occasion of His Royal Highness the Prince Regent being seen ...
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... Better , though each man's life - blood were a river , That it should flow , and overflow , than creep Through thousand lazy channels in our veins , Damm'd like the dull canal with locks and chains , And moving , as a sick man in his ...
... Better , though each man's life - blood were a river , That it should flow , and overflow , than creep Through thousand lazy channels in our veins , Damm'd like the dull canal with locks and chains , And moving , as a sick man in his ...
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Page 151 - 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 157 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, if I rest. But where of ye, 0 tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest ? XCVII.
Page 70 - OUR life is twofold : Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Page 151 - 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!
Page 150 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Page 243 - And not a word of murmur not A groan o'er his untimely lot, A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Page 176 - 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.
Page 178 - Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now. And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy...
Page 178 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Page 176 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime The image of Eternity the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.