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Adieu affection appear arms Author Bard bear beauty beneath bless blood bosom breast breath Byron Calmar chiefs claim Critics dare dark dead dear death deeds dream dwell early fair fall fame fate fear feel fire flow foes genius gentle given glory glow hall hand hate head hear heart Heaven heroes honour hope hour late leave light live Lord lyre mind Muse ne'er never night notes o'er once Orla path POEMS praise pride race raise rest Review rhyme rise rolls round sacred scarce scenes seek shade sigh sleep smile song sons soul sound spirit spread strain tears tell thee thine thing thou thought TRANSLATION truth verse voice wave wind wing wish wound yield young youth
Seite 153 - The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
Seite 132 - Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more mayst see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest...
Seite 160 - Derision shall strike thee forlorn, A mockery that never shall die : The curses of Hate and the hisses of Scorn Shall burthen the winds of thy sky ; And proud o'er thy ruin for ever be hurled The laughter of Triumph, the jeers of the World.
Seite 132 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth, Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more may meet.
Seite 146 - ... warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell. In secret we met: In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Seite 147 - 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.
Seite 132 - Those thou never more mayst see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go.
Seite 152 - There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away, When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay: Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.