The poetical works of lord Byron. Repr. with life, notes &c. 'Albion' edF. Warne, 1881 |
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... Adieu Damætas To Marion · PAGE · 13 · 13 • 13 14 · 14 • 15 · 17 21 To a Lady , who presented to the Author a Lock of Hair braided with his own Oscar of Alva : a Tale The Episode of Nisus and Euryalus Translation from the Medea of ...
... Adieu Damætas To Marion · PAGE · 13 · 13 • 13 14 · 14 • 15 · 17 21 To a Lady , who presented to the Author a Lock of Hair braided with his own Oscar of Alva : a Tale The Episode of Nisus and Euryalus Translation from the Medea of ...
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... Adieu To Anne To Anne • 41 42 42 To a Vain Lady To the Author of a Sonnet , beginning " Sad is my verse , " you say , no tear " , Farewell to the Muse 43 and yet 43 43 On finding a Fan To an Oak at Newstead 44 44 To a youthful Friend ...
... Adieu To Anne To Anne • 41 42 42 To a Vain Lady To the Author of a Sonnet , beginning " Sad is my verse , " you say , no tear " , Farewell to the Muse 43 and yet 43 43 On finding a Fan To an Oak at Newstead 44 44 To a youthful Friend ...
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... adieu ! Abroad , or at home , your remembrance impart- ing New courage , he'll think upon glory and you . Though a tear dim his eye at this sad separation , ' Tis nature , not fear , that excites his regret ; Far distant he goes , with ...
... adieu ! Abroad , or at home , your remembrance impart- ing New courage , he'll think upon glory and you . Though a tear dim his eye at this sad separation , ' Tis nature , not fear , that excites his regret ; Far distant he goes , with ...
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... Adieu , ye chiefs renown'd in arms ! Adieu the clang of war's alarms ! To other deeds my soul is strung , And sweeter notes shall now be sung ; My harp shall all its powers reveal , To tell the tale my heart must feel : Love , Love ...
... Adieu , ye chiefs renown'd in arms ! Adieu the clang of war's alarms ! To other deeds my soul is strung , And sweeter notes shall now be sung ; My harp shall all its powers reveal , To tell the tale my heart must feel : Love , Love ...
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... adieu ! TO M. S. G. WHENE'ER I view those lips of thine , Their hue invites my fervent kiss ; Yet I forego that bliss divine , Alas ! it were unhallow'd bliss . Whene'er I dream of that pure breast , How could I dwell upon its snows ...
... adieu ! TO M. S. G. WHENE'ER I view those lips of thine , Their hue invites my fervent kiss ; Yet I forego that bliss divine , Alas ! it were unhallow'd bliss . Whene'er I dream of that pure breast , How could I dwell upon its snows ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 116 - 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.
Página 159 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Página 160 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free. And many a tyrant since : their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts; — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Página 159 - ... his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own...
Página 159 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Página 27 - Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. 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!
Página 135 - That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Página 155 - 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.
Página 160 - 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 wanton'd 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.
Página 160 - 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.