The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Poems. Hebrew melodiesJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... dear , When thus thy mightiest foes their fear In humblest guise have shown . Oh ! ne'er may tyrant leave behind A brighter name to lure mankind ! XI . Thine evil deeds are writ in gore , Nor written thus in vain- Thy triumphs tell of ...
... dear , When thus thy mightiest foes their fear In humblest guise have shown . Oh ! ne'er may tyrant leave behind A brighter name to lure mankind ! XI . Thine evil deeds are writ in gore , Nor written thus in vain- Thy triumphs tell of ...
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... st me cherish , For torture repay me too well ? Now sad is the garden of roses , Beloved but false Haideé ! There Flora all withered reposes , And mourns o'er thine absence with me . X. Written beneath a Picture . 1 . DEAR object 46 POEMS .
... st me cherish , For torture repay me too well ? Now sad is the garden of roses , Beloved but false Haideé ! There Flora all withered reposes , And mourns o'er thine absence with me . X. Written beneath a Picture . 1 . DEAR object 46 POEMS .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. X. Written beneath a Picture . 1 . DEAR object of defeated care ! Though now of Love and thee bereft , To reconcile me with despair Thine image and my tears are left . 2 . " Tis said with Sorrow Time can ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. X. Written beneath a Picture . 1 . DEAR object of defeated care ! Though now of Love and thee bereft , To reconcile me with despair Thine image and my tears are left . 2 . " Tis said with Sorrow Time can ...
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... · On Parting . • 1 . THE kiss , dear maid ! thy lip has left , Shall never part from mine , Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine . VOL . IV . E 2 . Thy parting glance , which fondly beams , POEMS . 49 On Parting.
... · On Parting . • 1 . THE kiss , dear maid ! thy lip has left , Shall never part from mine , Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine . VOL . IV . E 2 . Thy parting glance , which fondly beams , POEMS . 49 On Parting.
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... with none . It was not thus in days more dear , It never would have been , but thou Hast fled , and left me lonely here ; Thou'rt nothing , all are nothing now . 3 . In vain my lyre would lightly breathe ! POEMS . 61.
... with none . It was not thus in days more dear , It never would have been , but thou Hast fled , and left me lonely here ; Thou'rt nothing , all are nothing now . 3 . In vain my lyre would lightly breathe ! POEMS . 61.
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Abydos art thou Athens beam behold blest blood bloom blush bosom breast cease charms cold Constantinople could'st dare dark dead dear death deemed doomed dream earth fair fame fear feel Fiend's arch mock fire from heaven fled flowers frigate Galilee gaze Genevra glance glory 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 pangs perchance Pindus remember repine Romaic Saul SAW THEE scene shine shone sigh silent smile song Sons of Greeks Sorrow soul sound Sparta STANZAS sweet tears thine thing thou art thou canst thou hast thought throne THY DAYS thy fall Thyrza tomb triumph Turkish twill vainly voice WALKS IN BEAUTY weep wept withered Ζώη σὰς ἀγαπῶ
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Página 148 - 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 199 - 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 134 - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast, and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel...
Página 200 - 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 71 - Too soon return'd to Earth! Though Earth received them in her bed, And o'er the spot the crowd may tread In carelessness or mirth, There is an eye which could not brook A moment on that grave to look. I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not...
Página 198 - 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.
Página 74 - As once I wept, if I could weep My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
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 183 - In that same hour and hall, The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall, And wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; A solitary hand Along the letters ran And traced them like a wand.
Página 164 - ... 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!