Manfred. Hebrew melodies. Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Monody on the death of Sheridan. Lament of Tasso. Poems. Prophecy of Dante. CainJohn Murray, 1828 |
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... gives me power upon you- -Rise ! appear ! [ A pause . They come not yet . - Now by the voice of him Who is the first among you - by this sign , Which makes you tremble - by the claims of him Who is undying , -Rise ! appear ! — -Appear ...
... gives me power upon you- -Rise ! appear ! [ A pause . They come not yet . - Now by the voice of him Who is the first among you - by this sign , Which makes you tremble - by the claims of him Who is undying , -Rise ! appear ! — -Appear ...
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... give thee that which we possess : Ask of us subjects , sovereignty , the power O'er earth , the whole , or portion , or a sign Which shall control the elements , whereof We are the dominators , each and all , These shall be thine . Man ...
... give thee that which we possess : Ask of us subjects , sovereignty , the power O'er earth , the whole , or portion , or a sign Which shall control the elements , whereof We are the dominators , each and all , These shall be thine . Man ...
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... give me your hand , And hold fast by my girdle - softly - well- The Chalet will be gain'd within an hour- Come on , we'll quickly find a surer footing , And something like a pathway , which the torrent Hath wash'd since winter . - Come ...
... give me your hand , And hold fast by my girdle - softly - well- The Chalet will be gain'd within an hour- Come on , we'll quickly find a surer footing , And something like a pathway , which the torrent Hath wash'd since winter . - Come ...
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. C. Hun . Heaven give thee rest ! And penitence restore thee to thyself ; My prayers shall be for thee . Man . I need them not , But can endure thy pity . I depart ' Tis time - farewell ! —Here's gold ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. C. Hun . Heaven give thee rest ! And penitence restore thee to thyself ; My prayers shall be for thee . Man . I need them not , But can endure thy pity . I depart ' Tis time - farewell ! —Here's gold ...
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... give thee power ; I know thee for a man of many thoughts , And deeds of good and ill , extreme in both , Fatal and fated in thy sufferings . I have expected this - what would'st thou with me ? Man . To look upon thy beauty - nothing ...
... give thee power ; I know thee for a man of many thoughts , And deeds of good and ill , extreme in both , Fatal and fated in thy sufferings . I have expected this - what would'st thou with me ? Man . To look upon thy beauty - nothing ...
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Page 193 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 51 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Page 61 - 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 87 - 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 195 - Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more may'st see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow. Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now...
Page 148 - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There 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.
Page 213 - 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, as by fits The flashes fell upon them...
Page 191 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
Page 188 - They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
Page 218 - I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing upon a hill, a gentle hill, Green and of mild declivity, the last As 'twere the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape, and the wave Of woods and cornfields, and the abodes of men Scatter'd at intervals, and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs ; — the hill Was crowned with a peculiar diadem Of trees, in circular array, so fix'd, Not by the sport of nature, but of man...