 A fearful hope was all the world contained ; Forests were set on fire — but hour by hour They fell and faded — and the crackling trunks Extinguished with a crash — and all was black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect,...  The Works of Lord Byron - Page 145by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843Full view - About this book
 | George Gordon Byron - Poetry - 1994 - 884 pages
...wag black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes smile: And eoon the night-glass through the narrow...Pacha's galley« lay. Count they each sail, and m And others hurried to and fro, and fed | Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up With road disquietude... | |
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