The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Poems. Hebrew melodiesJohn Murray, 1817 |
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Side 22
... now farewell , When I behold that wond'rous scene , Since where thou art I may not dwell , " Twill soothe to be , where thou hast been . September , 1809 , III . STANZAS Written in passing the Ambracian Gulph , 22 22 POEMS .
... now farewell , When I behold that wond'rous scene , Since where thou art I may not dwell , " Twill soothe to be , where thou hast been . September , 1809 , III . STANZAS Written in passing the Ambracian Gulph , 22 22 POEMS .
Side 23
... , The ancient world was won and lost . 2 . And now upon the scene I look , The azure grave of many a Roman ; Where stern Ambition once forsook His wavering crown to follow woman . 3 . Florence ! whom I will love as well POEMS . 3333 23.
... , The ancient world was won and lost . 2 . And now upon the scene I look , The azure grave of many a Roman ; Where stern Ambition once forsook His wavering crown to follow woman . 3 . Florence ! whom I will love as well POEMS . 3333 23.
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... scene , Where none regarded him , but thou : And , Oh ! I feel in that was given A blessing never meant for me ; Thou wert too like a dream of Heaven , For earthly Love to merit thee . March 14th , 1812 . XVIII , On a Cornelian Heart ...
... scene , Where none regarded him , but thou : And , Oh ! I feel in that was given A blessing never meant for me ; Thou wert too like a dream of Heaven , For earthly Love to merit thee . March 14th , 1812 . XVIII , On a Cornelian Heart ...
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... scene . 13 . But thou , with spirit frail and light , Wilt shine awhile and pass away ; As glow - worms sparkle through the night , But dare not stand the test of day . 14 . Alas ! whenever folly calls Where parasites and 86 POEMS .
... scene . 13 . But thou , with spirit frail and light , Wilt shine awhile and pass away ; As glow - worms sparkle through the night , But dare not stand the test of day . 14 . Alas ! whenever folly calls Where parasites and 86 POEMS .
Side 96
... which the former knew , A shrine for Shakspeare - worthy him and you ? Yes - it shall be - the magic of that name Defies the scythe of time , the torch of flame ; On the same spot still consecrates the scene , And 96 POEMS .
... which the former knew , A shrine for Shakspeare - worthy him and you ? Yes - it shall be - the magic of that name Defies the scythe of time , the torch of flame ; On the same spot still consecrates the scene , And 96 POEMS .
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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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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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!
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 9 - The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell, Cast crowns for rosaries away, An empire for a cell...
Side 183 - In that same hour and hall, The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall, And wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; A solitary hand Along the letters ran And traced them like a wand.
Side 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!