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... LORD BYRON . Born 1788 - Died 1824 . Oh never talk again to me Of northern climes and British ladies ; It has not been your lot to see , Like me , the lovely Girl of Cadiz . Although her eye be not of blue , Nor fair her locks like ...
... LORD BYRON . Born 1788 - Died 1824 . Oh never talk again to me Of northern climes and British ladies ; It has not been your lot to see , Like me , the lovely Girl of Cadiz . Although her eye be not of blue , Nor fair her locks like ...
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... LORD BYRON . She 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 ...
... LORD BYRON . She 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 ...
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... Byron's Works , vol . 10 , p . 75 , were written by Lord Byron , on returning from a ball - room , where he had seen Mrs. ( now Lady ) Wilmot Horton , the wife of his relation the present Governor of Ceylon . On this occasion , Mrs ...
... Byron's Works , vol . 10 , p . 75 , were written by Lord Byron , on returning from a ball - room , where he had seen Mrs. ( now Lady ) Wilmot Horton , the wife of his relation the present Governor of Ceylon . On this occasion , Mrs ...
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... Lord ! [ From the Hebrew Melodies . ] KNOW YE THE LAND ? LORD BYRON . 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 ...
... Lord ! [ From the Hebrew Melodies . ] KNOW YE THE LAND ? LORD BYRON . 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 ...
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... LORD BYRON . The kiss , dear maid ! thy lip has left , Shall never part from mine , Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine . Thy parting glance , which fondly beams , An equal love may see : The tear that from thine ...
... LORD BYRON . The kiss , dear maid ! thy lip has left , Shall never part from mine , Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine . Thy parting glance , which fondly beams , An equal love may see : The tear that from thine ...
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Seite 256 - 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.
Seite 92 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Seite 31 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Seite 95 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Seite 257 - 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 ! [From the Hebrew Melodies.] KNOW YE THE LAND?
Seite 21 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Seite 256 - 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. 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.
Seite 79 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Seite 21 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Seite 20 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...