The poetical works of lord Byron. Repr. with life, notes &c. 'Albion' edF. Warne, 1881 |
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... give , or allow Murray to pay from that sum , £ 600 to an eminent writer who was then in difficulties . He would have had the remainder given away also , but the publisher ( foreseeing that the poet might need the money himself ) ...
... give , or allow Murray to pay from that sum , £ 600 to an eminent writer who was then in difficulties . He would have had the remainder given away also , but the publisher ( foreseeing that the poet might need the money himself ) ...
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... Give me the mild beam of the soul - breathing Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love . From my eye flows no tear , from my lips flow Ye rhymers , whose bosoms with fantasy glow , The Diable Eoiteux of Le Sage , where ...
... Give me the mild beam of the soul - breathing Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love . From my eye flows no tear , from my lips flow Ye rhymers , whose bosoms with fantasy glow , The Diable Eoiteux of Le Sage , where ...
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... give , My constant heart of fear disarms , Revives thy hopes , and bids me live . Here I can trace the locks of gold , Which round thy snowy forehead wave , The cheeks which sprung from beauty's mould , The lips which made me beauty's ...
... give , My constant heart of fear disarms , Revives thy hopes , and bids me live . Here I can trace the locks of gold , Which round thy snowy forehead wave , The cheeks which sprung from beauty's mould , The lips which made me beauty's ...
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... give the rest . AN OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE , DELIVERED PREVIOUS TO THE PERFORMANCE OF THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE ' AT A PRI- VATE THEATRE . SINCE the refinement of this polish'd age Has swept inimoral raillery from the stage ; Since taste has now ...
... give the rest . AN OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE , DELIVERED PREVIOUS TO THE PERFORMANCE OF THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE ' AT A PRI- VATE THEATRE . SINCE the refinement of this polish'd age Has swept inimoral raillery from the stage ; Since taste has now ...
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... give the palm where Justice points its due ; ' Yet let not canker'd Calumny assail , Or round our statesman wind her gloomy veil . Fox ! o'er whose corse a mourning world must weep , Whose dear remains in honour'd marble sleep For whom ...
... give the palm where Justice points its due ; ' Yet let not canker'd Calumny assail , Or round our statesman wind her gloomy veil . Fox ! o'er whose corse a mourning world must weep , Whose dear remains in honour'd marble sleep For whom ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.