The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Volumen9J. Murray, 1832 |
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... rest alone be in the tomb , I would not wish thee here again ; But if in worlds more blest than this Thy virtues seek a fitter sphere , Impart some portion of thy bliss , To wean me from mine anguish here . Teach me — too early taught ...
... rest alone be in the tomb , I would not wish thee here again ; But if in worlds more blest than this Thy virtues seek a fitter sphere , Impart some portion of thy bliss , To wean me from mine anguish here . Teach me — too early taught ...
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... rest , on me Thy future ills shall press in vain ; I nothing owe but years to thee , A debt already paid in pain . Yet even that pain was some relief ; It felt , but still forgot thy power : The active agony of grief Retards , but never ...
... rest , on me Thy future ills shall press in vain ; I nothing owe but years to thee , A debt already paid in pain . Yet even that pain was some relief ; It felt , but still forgot thy power : The active agony of grief Retards , but never ...
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... rest ? Alas ! too late , I dearly know That joy is harbinger of woe . STANZAS . [ " THOU ART NOT FALSE . " ] THOU art not false , but thou art fickle , To those thyself so fondly sought ; The tears that thou hast forced to trickle Are ...
... rest ? Alas ! too late , I dearly know That joy is harbinger of woe . STANZAS . [ " THOU ART NOT FALSE . " ] THOU art not false , but thou art fickle , To those thyself so fondly sought ; The tears that thou hast forced to trickle Are ...
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... rest of the theorem hard by his stabling ; he has only to cross the river ; ' tis the first turnpike t'other side " Pons Asinorum . " * ( 1 ) Voltaire's " Pucelle " is not quite so immaculate as Mr. Southey's " Joan of Arc , " and yet I ...
... rest of the theorem hard by his stabling ; he has only to cross the river ; ' tis the first turnpike t'other side " Pons Asinorum . " * ( 1 ) Voltaire's " Pucelle " is not quite so immaculate as Mr. Southey's " Joan of Arc , " and yet I ...
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... rest . Then leave , ye wise , the lyre's precarious chords To muse - mad baronets , or madder lords , — Or country Crispins , now grown somewhat stale , Twin Doric minstrels , drunk with Doric ale ! Hark to those notes , narcotically ...
... rest . Then leave , ye wise , the lyre's precarious chords To muse - mad baronets , or madder lords , — Or country Crispins , now grown somewhat stale , Twin Doric minstrels , drunk with Doric ale ! Hark to those notes , narcotically ...
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Página 205 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Página 150 - Such is the aspect of this shore; >Tis Greece, but living Greece no more So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath...
Página 206 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 262 - Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber...
Página 177 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Página 163 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Página 270 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled — and Mercy sigh'd farewell...
Página 97 - We know what we are, but we know not what we may be...
Página 213 - Such was Zuleika — such around her shone The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone ; The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, And, oh ! that eye was in itself a Soul...
Página 307 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.