A Selection from the Works of Lord ByronE. Moxon, 1866 - 244 Seiten Victorian poet, Algernon Swinburne's edited compilation of Byron's works, with a preface that defends Byron's poetry at a time when it was being eclipsed by literary fashion. |
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AHOLIBAMAH Anah angels appear'd Archangel Asmodeus Ave Maria Azaziel beauty behold beneath bird blood breast breath Brennus brow Byron call'd celestial gate cherubs clay clime clouds damn'd dark dead death deep Don Juan dream earth eternal eyes face fair father feel flowers foam gazed Giaour gone grave grew Haidée hand hath heart heaven hell hope hour human clay immortal Japh knew less live look look'd metre Michael Molière mortal mountains ne'er never night o'er ocean once pass'd passion Pedrillo perish'd poem poet round Saint Peter SAME.-CANTO Samian wine Satan seem'd Seraph shadow shore sigh silent sire skies sleep son of Noah song soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Tiber turn'd Twas verse voice walls waters wave weep wind wings young
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Seite 25 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts ; — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Seite 121 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence ; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart, Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these can not estrange ; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.
Seite 164 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Seite 18 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, •which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Seite 132 - And first one universal shriek there rush'd, Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Seite 20 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Seite 165 - Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah ! no ; — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, ' Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come ! ' 'Tis but the living who are dumb.
Seite 36 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind, And grieved for those...
Seite 41 - I saw them, and they were the same, They were not changed like me in frame ; I saw their thousand years of snow On high — their wide long lake below...
Seite 243 - I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of Love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some Volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze A funeral pile! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of Love I cannot share, But wear the chain.