The Works of Lord Byron: Embracing His Suppressed Poems, and a Sketch of His Life ...Phillips, Sampson,, 1854 - 1071 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 46
... Twill be to be forgiven , or suffer what is just . CIX . But let me quit man's works , again to read His Maker's , spread around me , and suspend This page , which from my reveries I feed , Uutil it seems prolonging without end . The ...
... Twill be to be forgiven , or suffer what is just . CIX . But let me quit man's works , again to read His Maker's , spread around me , and suspend This page , which from my reveries I feed , Uutil it seems prolonging without end . The ...
الصفحة 115
... Twill serve thee to defend or kill ; A breastplate for thine hour of need , Or blade to bid thy foemen bleed ; But if a dagger's form it bear , Let those who shape its edge beware ! Thus passion's fire , and woman's art , Can turn and ...
... Twill serve thee to defend or kill ; A breastplate for thine hour of need , Or blade to bid thy foemen bleed ; But if a dagger's form it bear , Let those who shape its edge beware ! Thus passion's fire , and woman's art , Can turn and ...
الصفحة 129
... twill then be time more meet To tell thee , when the tale's complete . xx . " ' Tis true , they are a lawless brood , But rough in form , nor mild in mood ; And every creed , and every race , With them hath found - may find a place ...
... twill then be time more meet To tell thee , when the tale's complete . xx . " ' Tis true , they are a lawless brood , But rough in form , nor mild in mood ; And every creed , and every race , With them hath found - may find a place ...
الصفحة 145
... twill but bring disgust ; I am his slave - but , in despite of pride , Twere worse than bondage to become his bride . Oh ! that this dotage of his breast would cease ! Or seek another and give mine release , But yesterday - I could have ...
... twill but bring disgust ; I am his slave - but , in despite of pride , Twere worse than bondage to become his bride . Oh ! that this dotage of his breast would cease ! Or seek another and give mine release , But yesterday - I could have ...
الصفحة 221
... Twill sink ere night be past . SIXTH SPIRIT . My dwelling is the shadow of the night , Why doth thy magic torture me with light ? SEVENTH SPIRIT . The star which rules thy destiny Was ruled , ere earth began , by me : It was a world as ...
... Twill sink ere night be past . SIXTH SPIRIT . My dwelling is the shadow of the night , Why doth thy magic torture me with light ? SEVENTH SPIRIT . The star which rules thy destiny Was ruled , ere earth began , by me : It was a world as ...
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الصفحة 63 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
الصفحة 63 - Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
الصفحة 44 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into 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.
الصفحة 63 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime. The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
الصفحة 183 - ETERNAL Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart — The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
الصفحة 183 - And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left: Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp: And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing! For in these limbs its teeth remain...
الصفحة 41 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray ; And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers...
الصفحة 39 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
الصفحة 186 - As then to me he seem'd to fly, And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled — and would fain I had not left my recent chain ; And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load...
الصفحة 38 - Stop ! — For thy tread is on an Empire's dust ! An Earthquake's spoil is sepulchred below ! Is the spot mark'd with no colossal bust ? Nor column trophied for triumphal show ? None ; but the moral's truth tells simpler so, As the ground was before, thus let it be;— How that red rain hath made the harvest grow ! And is this all the world has gain'd by thee, Thou first and last of fields ! king-making Victory ? XVIII.