Poetical WorksJ. Murray, 1846 - 827 Seiten |
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... sound announced t LVIII . The wild Albanian kirtled to his knee , With shawl - girt head and ornamented gun , And gold - embroider'd garments , fair to see The crimson - scarfed men of Macedon ; The Delhi with his cap of terror on , And ...
... sound announced t LVIII . The wild Albanian kirtled to his knee , With shawl - girt head and ornamented gun , And gold - embroider'd garments , fair to see The crimson - scarfed men of Macedon ; The Delhi with his cap of terror on , And ...
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... sound of revelry by night , 4 And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry , and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous ...
... sound of revelry by night , 4 And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry , and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous ...
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... sound of strife , Der the marshalling in arms , the day the magnificently - stern array ! The thunder - clouds close o'er it , which when rent The earth is cover'd thick with other clay , Viber own clay shall cover , heap'd and pent ...
... sound of strife , Der the marshalling in arms , the day the magnificently - stern array ! The thunder - clouds close o'er it , which when rent The earth is cover'd thick with other clay , Viber own clay shall cover , heap'd and pent ...
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... sound , And sense , and sight of sweetness ; here the Rhone b a pervading life and light , so shown t on those summits solely , nor alone In the still cave and forest ; o'er the flower His eye is sparkling , and his breath hath blown Ho ...
... sound , And sense , and sight of sweetness ; here the Rhone b a pervading life and light , so shown t on those summits solely , nor alone In the still cave and forest ; o'er the flower His eye is sparkling , and his breath hath blown Ho ...
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... sound , the mist , uncertainty , and tremendous depth , bewildered the senses for a time , and the eye had little rest from the impe . tuous and hurrying waters , to search into the mysterious and whitened gulf , which presented ...
... sound , the mist , uncertainty , and tremendous depth , bewildered the senses for a time , and the eye had little rest from the impe . tuous and hurrying waters , to search into the mysterious and whitened gulf , which presented ...
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Adah Aholibamah Anah aught bard bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cain Calmar chief Childe Harold dare dark dead death deeds deep Doge Doge of Venice dread earth Edinburgh Review eternal fame fate father fear feel foes gaze Giaour grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Iden king leave less Lioni live look Lord Byron Lucifer Marino Faliero mind mortal mountains Myrrha ne'er never night noble o'er once palace PANIA Parisina pass'd passion poem poet Sardanapalus satraps scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siege of Corinth Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit Stral strange tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Venice verse voice walls wave wild words young youth
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Seite 457 - walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace, Which waves in
Seite 24 - then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell ; * [knell
Seite 55 - 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. CLXXXV. My task is done 3 —my song hath ceased — my theme Has died into an echo ; it is
Seite 32 - From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But ever)' mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud
Seite 25 - heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes :— How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill 1 But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, [ears ! And Evan's, Donald's ' fame rings in each clansman's
Seite 461 - the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur arc 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 ! the
Seite 19 - their name defiled from Slavery's mournful LXXVL Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow ? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought ? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye ? no ! True, they may lay your proud despoilers low, But not for you will Freedom's altars flame. Shades of the Helots
Seite 31 - voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love Instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues. ' force, to be Inadequate to the delineation : a painting can
Seite 464 - Thus much I at least may recall, It hath taught me that what I most cherish'd Deserved to be dearest of all : In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still Is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing. Which speaks to my spirit of thee. July M.
Seite 136 - We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill—yet, strange to tell I In quiet we had learn'd to dwell — ' My very chains and I grew friends. So much a long communion tends To make us what we are : — even I