The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2J. Murray, 1823 |
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... soul wanders ; I demand it back To meditate amongst decay , and stand A ruin amidst ruins ; there to track Fall'n states and buried greatness , o'er a land Which was the mightiest in its old command , And is the loveliest , and must ...
... soul wanders ; I demand it back To meditate amongst decay , and stand A ruin amidst ruins ; there to track Fall'n states and buried greatness , o'er a land Which was the mightiest in its old command , And is the loveliest , and must ...
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... that form and face behold What Mind can make , when Nature's self would fail ; And to the fond idolaters of old Envy the innate flash which such a soul could mould : L. We gaze and turn away , and know not CANTO IV . 35 PILGRIMAGE .
... that form and face behold What Mind can make , when Nature's self would fail ; And to the fond idolaters of old Envy the innate flash which such a soul could mould : L. We gaze and turn away , and know not CANTO IV . 35 PILGRIMAGE .
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... the stream Wherein that image shall for ever dwell ; The unruffled mirror of the loveliest dream That ever left the sky on the deep soul to beam . LIV . In Santa Croce's holy precincts lie ( 27 CANTO IV . 37 PILGRIMAGE .
... the stream Wherein that image shall for ever dwell ; The unruffled mirror of the loveliest dream That ever left the sky on the deep soul to beam . LIV . In Santa Croce's holy precincts lie ( 27 CANTO IV . 37 PILGRIMAGE .
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... souls to compass through each arduous way , Are in her eyes less happy than the tomb ? Were they but so in man's , how different were his doom ! LXXXVII . And thou , dread statue ! yet existent in ( 45 ) The austerest form of naked ...
... souls to compass through each arduous way , Are in her eyes less happy than the tomb ? Were they but so in man's , how different were his doom ! LXXXVII . And thou , dread statue ! yet existent in ( 45 ) The austerest form of naked ...
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Página 271 - 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 81 - 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.
Página 96 - 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 Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Página 96 - 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, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own.
Página 198 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...
Página 60 - There is a stern round tower of other days,' Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; — What was this tower of strength ? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid ? — A woman's grave.
Página 83 - When the light shines serene but doth not glare, Then in this magic circle raise the dead : Heroes have trod this spot — 'tis on their dust ye tread. " While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand ; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall ; And when Rome falls — the World.
Página 196 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy...
Página 225 - 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 197 - Hers is the loveliness in death. That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's...