The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Poems. Hebrew melodiesJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... . If thou hadst died as honour dies , Some new Napoleon might arise , To shame the world again— But who would soar the solar height , To set in such a starless night ? XII . Weighed in the balance , hero dust Is 10 ODE TO.
... . If thou hadst died as honour dies , Some new Napoleon might arise , To shame the world again— But who would soar the solar height , To set in such a starless night ? XII . Weighed in the balance , hero dust Is 10 ODE TO.
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... night , in a thunder - storm ; when the guides had lost the road to Zitza , near the range of mountains formerly called Pindus , in Albania . 1 . CHILL and mirk is the nightly blast , Where Pindus ' mountains rise , And angry clouds are ...
... night , in a thunder - storm ; when the guides had lost the road to Zitza , near the range of mountains formerly called Pindus , in Albania . 1 . CHILL and mirk is the nightly blast , Where Pindus ' mountains rise , And angry clouds are ...
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... night will dare To tempt the wilderness ? And who ' mid thunder peals can hear Our signal of distress ? 7 . And who that heard our shouts would rise To try the dubious road ? Nor rather deem from nightly cries That outlaws were abroad ...
... night will dare To tempt the wilderness ? And who ' mid thunder peals can hear Our signal of distress ? 7 . And who that heard our shouts would rise To try the dubious road ? Nor rather deem from nightly cries That outlaws were abroad ...
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... Nor one memorial for a breast , Whose thoughts are all thine own . 4 . Nor need I write to tell the tale My pen were doubly weak : Oh ! what can idle words avail , Unless the heart could speak ? 5 . By day or night , in weal or 50 POEMS .
... Nor one memorial for a breast , Whose thoughts are all thine own . 4 . Nor need I write to tell the tale My pen were doubly weak : Oh ! what can idle words avail , Unless the heart could speak ? 5 . By day or night , in weal or 50 POEMS .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. 5 . By day or night , in weal or woe , That heart , no longer free , Must bear the love it cannot show , And silent ache for thee . XII . TO THYRZA . WITHOUT a stone to mark E 2 POEMS . 51.
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. 5 . By day or night , in weal or woe , That heart , no longer free , Must bear the love it cannot show , And silent ache for thee . XII . TO THYRZA . WITHOUT a stone to mark E 2 POEMS . 51.
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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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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
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Сторінка 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!