The poetical works of lord Byron, complete. (Pearl ed.).J. Murray, 1867 - 685 pages |
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... fears , Parch'd to the throat my tongue adheres , My pulse beats quick , my breath heaves short , My limbs deny their ... fear , no wild alarm he knew , But lightly o'er her bosom moved : And softly fluttering here and there , He never ...
... fears , Parch'd to the throat my tongue adheres , My pulse beats quick , my breath heaves short , My limbs deny their ... fear , no wild alarm he knew , But lightly o'er her bosom moved : And softly fluttering here and there , He never ...
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... fear ? " I heard his seeming artless tale , I heard his sighs upon the gale : My breast was never pity's foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across ...
... fear ? " I heard his seeming artless tale , I heard his sighs upon the gale : My breast was never pity's foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across ...
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... fear , They might have set their hearts at ease , The devil a soul had stay'd to hear . But if I scribble longer now , The deuce a soul will stay to read ; My pen is blunt , my ink is low ; " Tis almost time to stop , indeed . Again I ...
... fear , They might have set their hearts at ease , The devil a soul had stay'd to hear . But if I scribble longer now , The deuce a soul will stay to read ; My pen is blunt , my ink is low ; " Tis almost time to stop , indeed . Again I ...
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... fear disarms , Revives my hopes , and bids me live . Which round thy snowy forehead 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 ...
... fear disarms , Revives my hopes , and bids me live . Which round thy snowy forehead 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 ...
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... fear ? " Roused by the sneer , he raised the bowl , " Would Oscar now could share our mirth ! " Internal fear appall'd his soul ; He said , and dash'd the cup to earth . " Tis he ! I hear my murderer's voice ! " Loud shrieks a darkly ...
... fear ? " Roused by the sneer , he raised the bowl , " Would Oscar now could share our mirth ! " Internal fear appall'd his soul ; He said , and dash'd the cup to earth . " Tis he ! I hear my murderer's voice ! " Loud shrieks a darkly ...
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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.