The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Volume 1R. W. Pomeroy, 1824 |
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... soul so con- stituted , or rather misdirected . Had I proceeded with the poem , this character would have deepened as he drew to the close ; for the outline which I once meant to fill up for him was , with some ex- ceptions , the sketch ...
... soul so con- stituted , or rather misdirected . Had I proceeded with the poem , this character would have deepened as he drew to the close ; for the outline which I once meant to fill up for him was , with some ex- ceptions , the sketch ...
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... soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole , Whate'er this grief mote be , which he could not control . IX . And none did love him - though to hall and bower He gather'd revellers from far ...
... soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole , Whate'er this grief mote be , which he could not control . IX . And none did love him - though to hall and bower He gather'd revellers from far ...
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... soul . XXV . Convention is the dwarfish demon styled That foil'd the knights in Marialva's dome : Of brains ( if brains they had ) he them beguiled , And turn'd a nation's shallow joy to gloom . Here Folly dash'd to earth the victor's ...
... soul . XXV . Convention is the dwarfish demon styled That foil'd the knights in Marialva's dome : Of brains ( if brains they had ) he them beguiled , And turn'd a nation's shallow joy to gloom . Here Folly dash'd to earth the victor's ...
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... soul : Again he rouses from his moping fits , But seeks not now the harlot and the bowl . Onward he flies , nor fix'd as yet the goal Where he shall rest him on his pilgrimage ; And o'er him many changing scenes must roll Ere toil his ...
... soul : Again he rouses from his moping fits , But seeks not now the harlot and the bowl . Onward he flies , nor fix'd as yet the goal Where he shall rest him on his pilgrimage ; And o'er him many changing scenes must roll Ere toil his ...
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... soul revolts , Which the stern dotard deem'd he could encage , Have pass'd to darkness with the vanish'd age . Who late so free as Spanish girls were seen , ( Ere War uprose in his volcanic rage , ) With braided tresses bounding o'er ...
... soul revolts , Which the stern dotard deem'd he could encage , Have pass'd to darkness with the vanish'd age . Who late so free as Spanish girls were seen , ( Ere War uprose in his volcanic rage , ) With braided tresses bounding o'er ...
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Page 186 - 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 deed...
Page 188 - 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 wantoned 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 79 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider. Welcome, to their roar ! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the...
Page 85 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 187 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? 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 152 - Oh, Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Page 85 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 79 - Is THY face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Page 109 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 136 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her, a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air, an island of the blest...