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... flower , Thy still imperial bride ; How bears her breast the torturing hour ? Still clings she to thy side ? Must she too bend , must she too share Thy late repentance , long despair , Thou throneless Homicide ? If still she loves thee ...
... flower , Thy still imperial bride ; How bears her breast the torturing hour ? Still clings she to thy side ? Must she too bend , must she too share Thy late repentance , long despair , Thou throneless Homicide ? If still she loves thee ...
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... 2 . But the loveliest garden grows hateful When Love has abandoned the bowers ; Bring me hemlock - since mine is ungrateful , That herb is more fragrant than flowers . The poison , when poured from the chalice , Will 44 POEMS .
... 2 . But the loveliest garden grows hateful When Love has abandoned the bowers ; Bring me hemlock - since mine is ungrateful , That herb is more fragrant than flowers . The poison , when poured from the chalice , Will 44 POEMS .
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... flowers or weeds at will may grow , So I behold them not : It is enough for me to prove That what I loved and long must love Like common earth can rot ; To me there needs no stone to tell , ' Tis Nothing that I loved so well . 3 . Yet ...
... flowers or weeds at will may grow , So I behold them not : It is enough for me to prove That what I loved and long must love Like common earth can rot ; To me there needs no stone to tell , ' Tis Nothing that I loved so well . 3 . Yet ...
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... . The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need I to repine That all those charms have passed away ; I might have watched through long decay . 5 . The flower in ripened bloom unmatched Must fall 72 POEMS .
... . The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need I to repine That all those charms have passed away ; I might have watched through long decay . 5 . The flower in ripened bloom unmatched Must fall 72 POEMS .
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) 5 . The flower in ripened bloom unmatched Must fall the earliest prey ; Though by no hand untimely snatched , The leaves must drop away : And yet it were a greater grief To watch it withering , leaf ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) 5 . The flower in ripened bloom unmatched Must fall the earliest prey ; Though by no hand untimely snatched , The leaves must drop away : And yet it were a greater grief To watch it withering , leaf ...
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Abydos art thou Athens behold blest blood bloom blush bosom breast cease charms cold Constantinople could'st dare dark dead dear death deemed doomed dread dream earth eyes fair fame FAREWELL fear feel Fiend's arch fire from heaven fled flowers frigate Galilee gaze Genevra glance 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 pain pangs perchance Pindus remember repine Romaic SAW THEE scene shine shone sigh silent sleep smile soar song Sorrow soul sound Sparta STANZAS sweet tears thine thing thou art thou canst thou hast thought throne THY DAYS thy fall thy heart Thyrza triumph Turkish twill vainly voice WALKS IN BEAUTY weep wept withered ἀγαπῶ Ζώη Ζώη με
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Page 201 - 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.
Page 152 - 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.
Page 201 - 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...
Page 202 - 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...
Page 165 - Away in Beauty's Bloom OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall 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!
Page 9 - The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell, Cast crowns for rosaries away, An empire for a cell...
Page 166 - ... 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...
Page 187 - A captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, He heard the King's command, He saw that writing's truth. The lamps around were bright, The prophecy in view; He read it on that night, — The morrow proved it true. " Belshazzar's grave is made, His kingdom...
Page 159 - d race ; For, taking root, it there remains In solitary grace : It cannot quit its place of birth, It will not live in other earth. But we must wander witheringly, In other lands to die; And where our fathers...
Page 13 - Wilt thou withstand the shock? And share with him, the unforgiven, His vulture and his rock? Foredoomed by God — by man accurst, And that last act, though not thy worst, The very Fiend's arch mock ! He, in his fall preserved his pride, And, if a mortal; had as proudly died!