The works of ... lord Byron, Volumen4 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 11
Página 22
... now farewell , When I behold that wond'rous scene , Since where thou art I may not dwell , " Twill soothe to be , where thou hast been . September , 1809 . III . STANZAS Written in passing the Ambracian Gulph , 22 POEMS .
... now farewell , When I behold that wond'rous scene , Since where thou art I may not dwell , " Twill soothe to be , where thou hast been . September , 1809 . III . STANZAS Written in passing the Ambracian Gulph , 22 POEMS .
Página 23
... , The ancient world was won and lost . 2 . And now upon the scene I look , The azure grave of many a Roman ; Where stern Ambition once forsook His wavering crown to follow woman . 3 . Florence ! whom I will love as well POEMS . 23 Stanzas.
... , The ancient world was won and lost . 2 . And now upon the scene I look , The azure grave of many a Roman ; Where stern Ambition once forsook His wavering crown to follow woman . 3 . Florence ! whom I will love as well POEMS . 23 Stanzas.
Página 79
... scene , Where none regarded him , but thou : And , Oh ! I feel in that was given A blessing never meant for me ; Thou wert too like a dream of Heaven , For earthly Love to merit thee . March 14th , 1812 . XVIII . On a Cornelian Heart ...
... scene , Where none regarded him , but thou : And , Oh ! I feel in that was given A blessing never meant for me ; Thou wert too like a dream of Heaven , For earthly Love to merit thee . March 14th , 1812 . XVIII . On a Cornelian Heart ...
Página 86
... scene . 13 . But thou , with spirit frail and light , Wilt shine awhile and pass away ; As glow - worms . sparkle through the night , But dare not stand the test of day . 14 . Alas ! whenever folly calls Where parasites and 86 POEMS .
... scene . 13 . But thou , with spirit frail and light , Wilt shine awhile and pass away ; As glow - worms . sparkle through the night , But dare not stand the test of day . 14 . Alas ! whenever folly calls Where parasites and 86 POEMS .
Página 96
... favour which the former knew , A shrine for Shakspeare - worthy him and you ? Yes - it shall be the magic of that name Defies the scythe of time , the torch of flame ; On the same spot still consecrates the scene , And 96 POEMS .
... favour which the former knew , A shrine for Shakspeare - worthy him and you ? Yes - it shall be the magic of that name Defies the scythe of time , the torch of flame ; On the same spot still consecrates the scene , And 96 POEMS .
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 201 - 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.
Página 152 - 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.
Página 201 - 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...
Página 202 - 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...
Página 165 - 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!
Página 9 - The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell, Cast crowns for rosaries away, An empire for a cell...
Página 166 - ... 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...
Página 187 - 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...
Página 159 - 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...
Página 13 - 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!