The Poetical Works of Lord Byron

... passion , and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence , first drew The breath which made him wretched ; yet he knew How to make madness beautiful , and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue 2 Of words , like sunbeams ...

... Sit thou enthroned where the Poet's mountain Above the thunder lifts its silent peak , And roll thy songs down like ... chords of sturdy iron And strike it with a toil - embrowned hand ; One who hath dwelt with Nature well - attended ...

... điền , đổi thửa , tạo điều kiện cơ giới hoá sản xuất , đồng thời thực hiện ... hành tiết kiệm chi tiêu , tập trung ngân sách hỗ trợ cho việc khôi phục và ... văn hoá thể thao , giáo dục , đào tạo ... nhằm cung cấp nguồn lao động có chất ...

... persona Che mi fu tolta ; e il modo ancor m ' offende . Amor , che a null ... ( 5 ) These were the accents utter'd by her tongue . His traordinary conrage ... ( 5 ) The whole history of woman's love is as highly and completely wronght , we think , ...

... Tra . Collector ! Sir Rich . How ? Miss Lil . What ? Ink . I shall think of him oft when I buy a new hat : There his works will appear Lady Bluem . Sir , they reach to the Ganges . Ink . I sha'n't go so far - I can have them at Grange's ...

... d , throbbing , and oppress'd : And o'er his brow , so downward bent , Oft his beating fingers went , Hurriedly , as you may see Your own run over the ivory key , Ere the measured tone is taken By the chords ... my fathers ! what is here ?

... d , throbbing , and oppress'd : And o'er his brow , so downward bent , Oft his beating fingers went , Hurriedly , as you may see Your own run over the ivory key , Ere the measured tone is taken By the chords ... my fathers ! what is here ?

... talents of the poet , but the use to which he puts them , on which his ... wild , — Historian , bard , philosopher , combined ; He multiplied himself ... character , as our inevitable share in the patrimony of Adam ; to bridle those ...

... all know what I mean , unless you ' re stupid :) Harmonious throng " that I ... heart . " Our twofold feeling owns its twofold cause , ' Why son and I both beg for your applause . " When in your ... Love's confession : But born beneath a ...

... d , throbbing , and oppress'd : And o'er his brow , so downward bent , Oft his beating fingers went , Hurriedly , as you may see Your own run over the ivory key , Ere the measured tone is taken By the chords ... my fathers ! what is here ?

... Sieg . Chase this man from my mind , although my No longer held him palpable . My eye for ever feli Pause ere you answer : is no other name , Save mine , stain'd in this business ? The officious care The presence of the murderer . Sieg ...

... Sieg . You saw him I look'd , as a dying soldier Looks at a draught of water , for this man ; But still I saw him not ; but in his stead- Ulr . What in his stead ? Sieg . Gab . ( looking round ) . I 13cognise you both : father and son ...

... immortal ? Beheld them from the skirts of Paradise : Methinks they both , as ... Cain . Which knew such things . Lucifer . But if that high thought were Link ... Cain . Know nought of death , save as a dreadful thing Of which have heard ...

... Cain . Lucifer . Master of Spirits . Cain . Enter Lucifer . Spirit , who art thou ? And being so , canst thou I know ... immortal part Which speaks within you . Cain . What immortal part ? This has not been revealed : the tree of life ...

... Cain . Spirit , who art thou ? Lucifer . Master of Spirits . Cain . And being so , canst thou Leave them and walk ... immortal part Which speaks within you . Cain . What immortal part ? This has not been revealed : the tree of life Was ...

... Sieg . I know not that . Ulr . Then wherefore seek ? Sieg . Because I cannot rest Till he is found . His fate , and Stralenheim's , And ours , seem intertwisted ! nor can be Unravell'd , till- Enter an Attendant . Atten . A stranger to ...

... Tra . Collector ! Sir Rich . How ? Miss Lil . What ? Ink . I shall think of him oft when I buy a new hat : There his works will appear Lady Bluem . Sir , they reach to the Ganges . Ink . I sha'n't go so far I can have them & Grange's ...

... Cain . Are everlasting . Are ye happy ? Lucifer . We are mighty . Cain . Are ... immortal trees which overtop The cherubim - defended battlements ? If I ... Cain . Spirit , who art thou ? Lucifer . Master of Spirits . Cain . And being so ...

... Sir Rich . Ink . A lecturer's . But this place- Is perhaps like friend Scamp's , Lady Blueb . Excuse me - ' t is one in " the Stamps : " He is made a collector . Tra . Collector ! Sir Rich . Miss Lil . How ? What ? MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .

... Tra . Collector ! Sir Rich . How ? Miss Lil . What ? Lady Blueb . Excuse me ' tis one in " the --- Ink . I shall think of him oft when I buy a new hat : There his works will appear- Lady Bluem . Sir , they reach to the Ganges . Ink . I ...

... Tra . Collector ! Sir Rich . How ? Miss Lil . What ? Ink . I shall think of him oft when I buy a new hat : There his works will appear . Lady Bluem . Sir , they reach to the Ganges . Ink . I sha'n't go so far . I can have them at ...

... immortal ? Cain . Thou hast said , I must be Immortal in despite of me . I knew not This until lately - but since it must be , Let me , or happy or unhappy , learn To anticipate my immortality . [ thee . Lucifer . Thou didst before I ...

... Sieg I know not that . Ulr . Then wherefore seek ? Sieg Because I cannot rest Till he is found . His fate , and Stralenheim's , And ours , seem intertwisted ! nor can be Unravell'd , till- Enter an Attendant . Atten . A stranger to wait ...

... Sieg . But I'll aid you now . In what ? Ulr . In searching for this man , or -- When he's found , What shall we do with him ? Sieg . Ulr . Then wherefore seek ? Sreg . I know not that . Because I cannot rest Till he is found . His fate ...

... Sieg . Your wish is granted— I have seen the murderer . Ulr . Who ? Where ? Ulr . You dream . Sieg . The Hungarian , who slew Stralenheim . I live ! and as I live , I saw him- Heard him ! he dared to utter even my name . Ulr . What name ...