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 《코린트의 포위》 (The Siege of Corinth) (poem) (1816)
 《파리시나》 (Parisina) (1816)
-《칠론의 죄수》 (The Prisoner Of Chillon) (1816) (text on Wikisource)
+《칠론의 죄수》 (The Prisoner Of Chillon) (1816)
 《꿈》 (The Dream) (1816)
 《프로메테우스》 (Prometheus) (1816)
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 A heart whose love is innocent! </poem>
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+번역중 : [[:문학:영문학:영국:바이런:She_Walks_In_Beauty]]
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 And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair |
 <poem>
+And thou art dead, as young and fair
+As aught of mortal birth;
+And form so soft, and charms so rare,
+Too soon return'd to Earth!
+Though Earth receiv'd them in her bed,
+And o'er the spot the crowd may tread
+In carelessness or mirth,
+There is an eye which could not brook
+A moment on that grave to look.
+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 lov'd, and long must love,
+Like common earth can rot;
+To me there needs no stone to tell,
+'T is Nothing that I lov'd so well.
+Yet did I love thee to the last
+As fervently as thou,
+Who didst not change through all the past,
+And canst not alter now.
+The love where Death has set his seal,
+Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
+Nor falsehood disavow:
+And, what were worse, thou canst not see
+Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.
+The better days of life were ours;
+The worst can be but mine:
+The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,
+Shall never more be thine.
+The silence of that dreamless sleep
+I envy now too much to weep;
+Nor need I to repine
+That all those charms have pass'd away,
+I might have watch'd through long decay.
+The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd
+Must fall the earliest prey;
+Though by no hand untimely snatch'd,
+The leaves must drop away:
+And yet it were a greater grief
+To watch it withering, leaf by leaf,
+Than see it pluck'd to-day;
+Since earthly eye but ill can bear
+To trace the change to foul from fair.
+I know not if I could have borne
+To see thy beauties fade;
+The night that follow'd such a morn
+Had worn a deeper shade:
+Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd,
+And thou wert lovely to the last,
+Extinguish'd, not decay'd;
+As stars that shoot along the sky
+Shine brightest as they fall from high.
+As once I wept, if I could weep,
+My tears might well be shed,
+To think I was not near to keep
+One vigil o'er thy bed;
+To gaze, how fondly! on thy face,
+To fold thee in a faint embrace,
+Uphold thy drooping head;
+And show that love, however vain,
+Nor thou nor I can feel again.
+Yet how much less it were to gain,
+Though thou hast left me free,
+The loveliest things that still remain,
+Than thus remember thee!
+The all of thine that cannot die
+Through dark and dread Eternity
+Returns again to me,
+And more thy buried love endears
+Than aught except its living years.
 </poem>
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 I would to heaven that I were so much clay |
 <poem>
+I would to heaven that I were so much clay,
+As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling -
+Because at least the past were passed away -
+And for the future - (but I write this reeling,
+Having got drunk exceedingly today,
+So that I seem to stand upon the ceiling)
+I say - the future is a serious matter -
+And so - for God's sake - hock and soda water!
 </poem>
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 There Was A Time, I Need Not Name |
 <poem>
+There was a time, I need not name,
+Since it will ne'er forgotten be,
+When all our feelings were the same
+As still my soul hath been to thee.
+And from that hour when first thy tongue
+Confess'd a love which equall'd mine,
+Though many a grief my heart hath wrung,
+Unknown, and thus unfelt, by thine,
+None, none hath sunk so deep as this---
+To think how all that love hath flown;
+Transient as every faithless kiss,
+But transient in thy breast alone.
+And yet my heart some solace knew,
+When late I heard thy lips declare,
+In accents once imagined true,
+Remembrance of the days that were.
+Yes! my adored, yet most unkind!
+Though thou wilt never love again,
+To me 'tis doubly sweet to find
+Remembrance of that love remain.
+Yes! 'tis a glorious thought to me,
+Nor longer shall my soul repine,
+Whate'er thou art or e'er shalt be,
+Thou hast been dearly, solely mine.
 </poem>
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 Isles of Greece, The |
 <poem>
+The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
+Where burning Sappho loved and sung,
+Where grew the arts of war and peace,
+Where Delos rose, and Phoebus
+sprung!
+Eternal summer gilds them yet,
+But all, except their sun, is set...
+The mountains look on Marathon--
+And Marathon looks on the sea;
+And musing there an hour alone,
+I dreamed that Greece might still be free;
+For standing on the Persians' grave,
+I could not deem myself a slave.
+A king sat on the rocky brow
+Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis;
+And ships, by thousands, lay below,
+And men in nations--all were his!
+He counted them at break of day--
+And when the sun set, where were they?
+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?
+'Tis something, in the dearth of fame,
+Though linked among a fettered race,
+To feel at least a patriot's shame,
+Even as I sing, suffuse my face;
+For what is left the poet here?
+For Greeks a blush--for Greece a tear....
+Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
+Our virgins dance beneath the shade--
+I see their glorious black eyes shine;
+But gazing on each glowing maid,
+My own the burning teardrop laves,
+To think such breasts must suckle slaves.
+Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
+Where nothing, save the waves and I,
+May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
+There, swanlike, let me sing and die:
+A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine--
+Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
 </poem>
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 The Siege and Conquest of Alhama |
 <poem>
+The Moorish King rides up and down,
+Through Granada's royal town;
+From Elvira's gate to those
+Of Bivarambla on he goes.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+Letters to the monarch tell
+How Alhama's city fell:
+In the fire the scroll he threw,
+And the messenger he slew.
+Woe is me, Albamal
+He quits his mule, and mounts his horse,
+And through the street directs his course;
+Through the street of Zacatin
+To the Alhambra spurring in.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+When the Alhambra walls he gain'd,
+On the moment he ordain'd
+That the trumpet straight should sound
+With the silver clarion round.
+Woe is me, Alhamal
+And when the hollow drums of war
+Beat the loud alarm afar,
+That the Moors of town and plain
+Might answer to the martial strain.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+Then the Moors, by this aware,
+That bloody Mars recall'd them there,
+One by one, and two by two,
+To a mighty squadron grew.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+Out then spake an aged Moor
+In these words the king before,
+'Wherefore call on us, oh King?
+What may mean this gathering?'
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'Friends! ye have, alas! to know
+Of a most disastrous blow;
+That the Christians, stern and bold,
+Have obtain'd Alhama's hold.'
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+Out then spake old Alfaqui,
+With his beard so white to see,
+'Good King! thou art justly served,
+Good King! this thou hast deserved.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'By thee were slain, in evil hour,
+The Abencerrage, Granada's flower;
+And strangers were received by thee
+Of Cordova the Chivalry.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'And for this, oh King! is sent
+On thee a double chastisement:
+Thee and thine, thy crown and realm,
+One last wreck shall overwhelm.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'He who holds no laws in awe,
+He must perish by the law;
+And Granada must be won,
+And thyself with her undone.'
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+Fire crashed from out the old Moor's eyes,
+The Monarch's wrath began to rise,
+Because he answer'd, and because
+He spake exceeding well of laws.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'There is no law to say such things
+As may disgust the ear of kings:
+'Thus, snorting with his choler, said
+The Moorish King, and doom'd him dead.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+Moor Alfaqui! Moor Alfaqui!
+Though thy beard so hoary be,
+The King hath sent to have thee seized,
+For Alhama's loss displeased.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+And to fix thy head upon
+High Alhambra's loftiest stone;
+That thus for thee should be the law,
+And others tremble when they saw.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'Cavalier, and man of worth!
+Let these words of mine go forth!
+Let the Moorish Monarch know,
+That to him I nothing owe.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'But on my soul Alhama weighs,
+And on my inmost spirit preys;
+And if the King his land hath lost,
+Yet others may have lost the most.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'Sires have lost their children, wives
+Their lords, and valiant men their lives!
+One what best his love might claim
+Hath lost, another wealth, or fame.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'I lost a damsel in that hour,
+Of all the land the loveliest flower;
+Doubloons a hundred I would pay,
+And think her ransom cheap that day.'
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+And as these things the old Moor said,
+They sever'd from the trunk his head;
+And to the Alhambra's wall with speed
+'Twas carried, as the King decreed.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+And men and infants therein weep
+Their loss, so heavy and so deep;
+Granada's ladies, all she rears
+Within her walls, burst into tears.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+And from the windows o'er the walls
+The sable web of mourning falls;
+The King weeps as a woman o'er
+His loss, for it is much and sore.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
 </poem>
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 Damжtas |
 <poem>
+In law an infant, and in years a boy,
+In mind a slave to every vicious joy;
+From every sense of shame and virtue wean'd;
+In lies an adept, in deceit a fiend;
+Versed in hypocrisy, while yet a child;
+Fickle as wind, of inclinations wild;
+Women his dupe, his heedless friend a tool;
+Old in the world, though scarcely broke from school;
+Damжtas ran through all the maze of sin,
+And found the goal when others just begin:
+Even still conflicting passions shake his soul,
+And bid him drain the dregs of pleasure's bowl;
+But, pall'd with vice, he breaks his former chain,
+And what was once his bliss appears his bane.
 </poem>
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 Thou Whose Spell Can Raise the Dead |
 <poem>
+Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
+Bid the prophet's form appear.
+"Samuel, raise thy buried head!
+"King, behold the phantom seer!"
+Earth yawn'd; he stood the centre of a cloud:
+Light changed its hue, retiring from his shroud.
+Death stood all glassy in the fixed eye:
+His hand was withered, and his veins were dry;
+His foot, in bony whiteness, glitterd there,
+Shrunken and sinewless, and ghastly bare;
+From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame,
+Like cavern'd winds the hollow acccents came.
+Saul saw, and fell to earth, as falls the oak,
+At once, and blasted by the thunder-stroke.
+"Why is my sleep disquieted?
+"Who is he that calls the dead?
+"Is it thou, Oh King? Behold
+"Bloodless are these limbs, and cold:
+"Such are mine; and such shall be
+"Thine, to-morrow, when with me:
+"Ere the coming day is done,
+"Such shalt thou be, such thy son.
+"Fare thee well, but for a day,
+"Then we mix our mouldering clay.
+"Thou, thy race, lie pale and low,
+"Pierced by shafts of many a bow;
+"And the falchion by thy side,
+"To thy heart, thy hand shall guide:
+"Crownless, breathless, headless fall,
+"Son and sire, the house of Saul!"
 </poem>
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 Stanzas To Jessy |
 <poem>
+There is a mystic thread of life
+So dearly wreath'd with mine alone,
+That Destiny's relentless knife
+At once must sever both, or none.
+There is a Form on which these eyes
+Have fondly gazed with such delight---
+By day, that Form their joy supplies,
+And Dreams restore it, through the night.
+There is a Voice whose tones inspire
+Such softened feelings in my breast,
+I would not hear a Seraph Choir,
+Unless that voice could join the rest.
+There is a Face whose Blushes tell
+Affection's tale upon the cheek,
+But pallid at our fond farewell,
+Proclaims more love than words can speak.
+There is a Lip, which mine has prest,
+But none had ever prest before;
+It vowed to make me sweetly blest,
+That mine alone should press it more.
+There is a Bosom all my own,
+Has pillow'd oft this aching head,
+A Mouth which smiles on me alone,
+An Eye, whose tears with mine are shed.
+There are two Hearts whose movements thrill,
+In unison so closely sweet,
+That Pulse to Pulse responsive still
+They Both must heave, or cease to beat.
+There are two Souls, whose equal flow
+In gentle stream so calmly run,
+That when they part---they part?---ah no!
+They cannot part---those Souls are One.
 </poem>
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 Remember Him, Whom Passion's Power |
 <poem>
+Remember him, whom Passion's power
+Severely---deeply---vainly proved:
+Remember thou that dangerous hour,
+When neither fell, though both were loved.
+That yielding breast, that melting eye,
+Too much invited to be blessed:
+That gentle prayer, that pleading sigh,
+The wilder wish reproved, repressed.
+Oh! let me feel that all I lost
+But saved thee all that Conscience fears;
+And blush for every pang it cost
+To spare the vain remorse of years.
+Yet think of this when many a tongue,
+Whose busy accents whisper blame,
+Would do the heart that loved thee wrong,
+And brand a nearly blighted name.
+Think that, whate'er to others, thou
+Hast seen each selfish thought subdued:
+I bless thy purer soul even now,
+Even now, in midnight solitude.
+Oh, God! that we had met in time,
+Our hearts as fond, thy hand more free;
+When thou hadst loved without a crime,
+And I been less unworthy thee!
+Far may thy days, as heretofore,
+From this our gaudy world be past!
+And that too bitter moment o'er,
+Oh! may such trial be thy last.
+This heart, alas! perverted long,
+Itself destroyed might there destroy;
+To meet thee in the glittering throng,
+Would wake Presumption's hope of joy.
+Then to the things whose bliss or woe,
+Like mine, is wild and worthless all,
+That world resign---such scenes forego,
+Where those who feel must surely fall.
+Thy youth, thy charms, thy tenderness---
+Thy soul from long seclusion pure;
+From what even here hath passed, may guess
+What there thy bosom must endure.
+Oh! pardon that imploring tear,
+Since not by Virtue shed in vain,
+My frenzy drew from eyes so dear;
+For me they shall not weep again.
+Though long and mournful must it be,
+The thought that we no more may meet;
+Yet I deserve the stern decree,
+And almost deem the sentence sweet.
+Still---had I loved thee less---my heart
+Had then less sacrificed to thine;
+It felt not half so much to part
+As if its guilt had made thee mine.
 </poem>
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 Sonnet to Lake Leman |
 <poem>
+ousseau -- Voltaire -- our Gibbon -- De Staлl --
+Leman! these names are worthy of thy shore,
+Thy shore of names like these! wert thou no more,
+Their memory thy remembrance would recall:
+To them thy banks were lovely as to all,
+But they have made them lovelier, for the lore
+Of mighty minds doth hallow in the core
+Of human hearts the ruin of a wall
+Where dwelt the wise and wondrous; but by thee
+How much more, Lake of Beauty! do we feel,
+In sweetly gliding o'er thy crystal sea,
+The wild glow of that not ungentle zeal,
+Which of the heirs of immortality
+Is proud, and makes the breath of glory real!
 </poem>
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 Sonnet - to Genevra |
 <poem>
+Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe,
+And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush
+Its rose of whiteness with the brightest blush,
+My heart would wish away that ruder glow:
+And dazzle not thy deep-blue eyes---but, oh!
+While gazing on them sterner eyes will gush,
+And into mine my mother's weakness rush,
+Soft as the last drops round Heaven's airy bow.
+For, though thy long dark lashes low depending,
+The soul of melancholy Gentleness
+Gleams like a Seraph from the sky descending,
+Above all pain, yet pitying all distress;
+At once such majesty with sweetness blending,
+I worship more, but cannot love thee less.
 </poem>
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 To Eliza |
 <poem>
+Eliza, what fools are the Mussulman sect,
+Who to woman deny the soul's future existence!
+Could they see thee, Eliza, they'd own their defect,
+And this doctrine would meet with a general resistance.
+Had their prophet possess'd half an atom of sense,
+He ne'er would have woman from paradise driven;
+Instead of his houris, a flimsy pretence,
+With woman alone he had peopled his heaven.
+Yet still, to increase your calamities more,
+Not Content with depriving your bodies of spirit,
+He allots one poor husband to share amongst four!-
+With souls you'd dispense; but this last, who could bear it?
+His religion to please neither party is made;
+On husbands 'tis hard, to the wives most uncivil;
+Still I Can't contradict, what so oft has been said,
+'Though women are angels, yet wedlock's the devil.'
 </poem>
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 Stanzas To A Lady, On Leaving England |
 <poem>
+Tis done---and shivering in the gale
+The bark unfurls her snowy sail;
+And whistling o'er the bending mast,
+Loud sings on high the fresh'ning blast;
+And I must from this land be gone,
+Because I cannot love but one.
+But could I be what I have been,
+And could I see what I have seen---
+Could I repose upon the breast
+Which once my warmest wishes blest---
+I should not seek another zone,
+Because I cannot love but one.
+'Tis long since I beheld that eye
+Which gave me bliss or misery;
+And I have striven, but in vain,
+Never to think of it again:
+For though I fly from Albion,
+I still can only love but one.
+As some lone bird, without a mate,
+My weary heart is desolate;
+I look around, and cannot trace
+One friendly smile or welcome face,
+And ev'n in crowds am still alone,
+Because I cannot love but one.
+And I will cross the whitening foam,
+And I will seek a foreign home;
+Till I forget a false fair face,
+I ne'er shall find a resting-place;
+My own dark thoughts I cannot shun,
+But ever love, and love but one.
+The poorest, veriest wretch on earth
+Still finds some hospitable hearth,
+Where Friendship's or Love's softer glow
+May smile in joy or soothe in woe;
+But friend or leman I have none,'
+Because I cannot love but one.
+I go---but wheresoe'er I flee
+There's not an eye will weep for me;
+There's not a kind congenial heart,
+Where I can claim the meanest part;
+Nor thou, who hast my hopes undone,
+Wilt sigh, although I love but one.
+To think of every early scene,
+Of what we are, and what we've been,
+Would whelm some softer hearts with woe---
+But mine, alas! has stood the blow;
+Yet still beats on as it begun,
+And never truly loves but one.
+And who that dear lov'd one may be,
+Is not for vulgar eyes to see;
+And why that early love was cross'd,
+Thou know'st the best, I feel the most;
+But few that dwell beneath the sun
+Have loved so long, and loved but one.
+I've tried another's fetters too,
+With charms perchance as fair to view;
+And I would fain have loved as well,
+But some unconquerable spell
+Forbade my bleeding breast to own
+A kindred care for aught but one.
+'Twould soothe to take one lingering view,
+And bless thee in my last adieu;
+Yet wish I not those eyes to weep
+For him that wanders o'er the deep;
+His home, his hope, his youth are gone,
+Yet still he loves, and loves but one.
 </poem>
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 To Mary, On Receiving Her Picture |
 <poem>
+This faint resemblance of thy charms,
+(Though strong as mortal art could give,)
+My constant heart of fear disarms,
+Revives my hopes, and bids me live.
+Here, I can trace the locks of gold
+Which round thy snowy forehead wave;
+The cheeks which sprung from Beauty's mould,
+The lips, which made me Beauty's slave.
+Here I can trace---ah, no! that eye,
+Whose azure floats in liquid fire,
+Must all the painter's art defy,
+And bid him from the task retire.
+Here, I behold its beauteous hue;
+But where's the beam so sweetly straying,
+Which gave a lustre to its blue,
+Like Luna o'er the ocean playing?
+Sweet copy! far more dear to me,
+Lifeless, unfeeling as thou art,
+Than all the living forms could be,
+Save her who plac'd thee next my heart.
+She plac'd it, sad, with needless fear,
+Lest time might shake my wavering soul,
+Unconscious that her image there
+Held every sense in fast control.
+Thro' hours, thro' years, thro' time, 'twill cheer---
+My hope, in gloomy moments, raise;
+In life's last conflict 'twill appear,
+And meet my fond, expiring gaze.
 </poem>
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 Lachin Y Gair |
 <poem>
+Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses!
+In you let the minions of luxury rove;
+Restore me to the rocks, where the snowflake reposes,
+Though still they are sacred to freedom and love:
+Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,
+Round their white summits though elements war;
+Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
+I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr.
+Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wandered;
+My cap was teh bonnet, my cloak was the plaid;
+On chieftains long perished my memory pondered,
+As daily I strode through the pine-covered glade;
+I sought not my home till the day's dying glory
+Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star;
+For fancy was cheered by traditional story,
+Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr.
+"Shades of the dead! have I not heard your voices
+Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale?"
+Surely the soul of the hero rejoices,
+And rides on the wind, o'er his own Highland vale.
+Rouch Loch na Garr while the stormy mist gathers,
+Winter presides in his cold icy car:
+Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers;
+They dwell in the tempests of dark Loch na Garr.
+"Ill-starred, though brave, did no visions foreboding
+Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause?"
+Ah! were you destined to die at Culloden,
+Victory crowned not your fall with applause:
+Still were you happy in death's earthy slumber,
+You rest with your clan in the caves of Braemar;
+The pibroch resounds, to the piper's loud number,
+Your deeds on the echoes of dark Loch na Garr.
+Years have rolled on, Loch na Garr, since I left you,
+Years must elapse ere I tread you again:
+Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you,
+Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain.
+England! thy beauties are tame and domestic
+To one who has roved o'er the mountains afar:
+Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic!
+The steep frowning glories of the dark Loch na Garr.
 </poem>
 ++++
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 To M |
 <poem>
+Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire,
+With bright, but mild affection shine:
+Though they might kindle less desire,
+Love, more than mortal, would be thine.
+For thou art form'd so heavenly fair,
+Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam,
+We must admire, but still despair;
+That fatal glance forbids esteem.
+When Nature stamp'd thy beauteous birth,
+So much perfection in thee shone,
+She fear'd that, too divine for earth,
+The skies might claim thee for their own.
+Therefore, to guard her dearest work,
+Lest angels might dispute the prize,
+She bade a secret lightning lurk,
+Within those once celestial eyes.
+These might the boldest Sylph appall,
+When gleaming with meridian blaze;
+Thy beauty must enrapture all;
+But who can dare thine ardent gaze?
+'Tis said that Berenice's hair,
+In stars adorns the vault of heaven;
+But they would ne'er permit thee there,
+Who wouldst so far outshine the seven.
+For did those eyes as planets roll,
+Thy sister-lights would scarce appear:
+E'en suns, which systems now control,
+Would twinkle dimly through their sphere.
 </poem>
 ++++
@@ 줄 12508: / 줄 13177: @@
 Song of Saul Before His Last Battle |
 <poem>
+Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword
+Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord,
+Heed not the corse, though a king’s in your path:
+Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath!
+Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow,
+Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe,
+Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet!
+Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet.
+Farewell to others, but never we part,
+Heir to my royalty, son of my heart!
+Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway,
+Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day!
 </poem>
 ++++
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 To M. S. G. |
 <poem>
+Whene'er I view those lips of thine,
+Their hue invites my fervent kiss;
+Yet, I forego that bliss divine,
+Alas! it were---unhallow'd bliss.
+Whene'er I dream of that pure breast,
+How could I dwell upon its snows!
+Yet, is the daring wish represt,
+For that,---would banish its repose.
+A glance from thy soul-searching eye
+Can raise with hope, depress with fear;
+Yet, I conceal my love,---and why?
+I would not force a painful tear.
+I ne'er have told my love, yet thou
+Hast seen my ardent flame too well;
+And shall I plead my passion now,
+To make thy bosom's heaven a hell?
+No! for thou never canst be mine,
+United by the priest's decree:
+By any ties but those divine,
+Mine, my belov'd, thou ne'er shalt be.
+Then let the secret fire consume,
+Let it consume, thou shalt not know:
+With joy I court a certain doom,
+Rather than spread its guilty glow.
+I will not ease my tortur'd heart,
+By driving dove-ey'd peace from thine;
+Rather than such a sting impart,
+Each thought presumptuous I resign.
+Yes! yield those lips, for which I'd brave
+More than I here shall dare to tell;
+Thy innocence and mine to save,---
+I bid thee now a last farewell.
+Yes! yield that breast, to seek despair
+And hope no more thy soft embrace;
+Which to obtain, my soul would dare,
+All, all reproach, but thy disgrace.
+At least from guilt shalt thou be free,
+No matron shall thy shame reprove;
+Though cureless pangs may prey on me,
+No martyr shalt thou be to love.
 </poem>
 ++++
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 On A Distant View Of Harrow |
 <poem>
+Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection
+Embitters the present, compar'd with the past;
+Where science first dawn'd on the powers of reflection,
+And friendships were form'd, too romantic to last;
+Where fancy, yet, joys to retrace the resemblance
+Of comrades, in friendship and mischief allied;
+How welcome to me your ne'er fading remembrance,
+Which rests in the bosom, though hope is deny'd!
+Again I revisit the hills where we sported,
+The streams where we swam, and the fields where we fought;
+The school where, loud warn'd by the bell, we resorted,
+To pore o'er the precepts by Pedagogues taught.
+Again I behold where for hours I have ponder'd,
+As reclining, at eve, on yon tombstone I lay;
+Or round the steep brow of the churchyard I wander'd,
+To catch the last gleam of the sun's setting ray.
+I once more view the room, with spectators surrounded,
+Where, as Zanga, I trod on Alonzo o'erthrown;
+While, to swell my young pride, such applauses resounded,
+I fancied that Mossop himself was outshone.
+Or, as Lear, I pour'd forth the deep imprecation,
+By my daughters, of kingdom and reason depriv'd;
+Till, fir'd by loud plaudits and self-adulation,
+I regarded myself as a Garrick reviv'd.
+Ye dreams of my boyhood, how much I regret you!
+Unfaded your memory dwells in my breast;
+Though sad and deserted, I ne'er can forget you:
+Your pleasures may still be in fancy possest.
+To Ida full oft may remembrance restore me,
+While Fate shall the shades of the future unroll!
+Since Darkness o'ershadows the prospect before me,
+More dear is the beam of the past to my soul!
+But if, through the course of the years which await me,
+Some new scene of pleasure should open to view,
+I will say, while with rapture the thought shall elate me,
+Oh! such were the days which my infancy knew.
 </poem>
 ++++
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 Siege and Conquest of Alhama, The |
 <poem>
+The Moorish King rides up and down,
+Through Granada's royal town;
+From Elvira's gate to those
+Of Bivarambla on he goes.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+Letters to the monarch tell
+How Alhama's city fell:
+In the fire the scroll he threw,
+And the messenger he slew.
+Woe is me, Albamal
+He quits his mule, and mounts his horse,
+And through the street directs his course;
+Through the street of Zacatin
+To the Alhambra spurring in.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+When the Alhambra walls he gain'd,
+On the moment he ordain'd
+That the trumpet straight should sound
+With the silver clarion round.
+Woe is me, Alhamal
+And when the hollow drums of war
+Beat the loud alarm afar,
+That the Moors of town and plain
+Might answer to the martial strain.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+Then the Moors, by this aware,
+That bloody Mars recall'd them there,
+One by one, and two by two,
+To a mighty squadron grew.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+Out then spake an aged Moor
+In these words the king before,
+'Wherefore call on us, oh King?
+What may mean this gathering?'
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'Friends! ye have, alas! to know
+Of a most disastrous blow;
+That the Christians, stern and bold,
+Have obtain'd Albania's hold.'
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+Out then spake old Alfaqui,
+With his beard so white to see,
+'Good King! thou art justly served,
+Good King! this thou hast deserved.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'By thee were slain, in evil hour,
+The Abencerrage, Granada's flower;
+And strangers were received by thee
+Of Cordova the Chivalry.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'And for this, oh King! is sent
+On thee a double chastisement:
+Thee and thine, thy crown and realm,
+One last wreck shall overwhelm.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'He who holds no laws in awe,
+He must perish by the law;
+And Granada must be won,
+And thyself with her undone.'
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+Fire crashed from out the old Moor's eyes,
+The Monarch's wrath began to rise,
+Because he answer'd, and because
+He spake exceeding well of laws.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'There is no law to say such things
+As may disgust the ear of kings:
+'Thus, snorting with his choler, said
+The Moorish King, and doom'd him dead.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+Moor Alfaqui! Moor Alfaqui!
+Though thy beard so hoary be,
+The King hath sent to have thee seized,
+For Alhama's loss displeased.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+And to fix thy head upon
+High Alhambra's loftiest stone;
+That thus for thee should be the law,
+And others tremble when they saw.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'Cavalier, and man of worth!
+Let these words of mine go forth!
+Let the Moorish Monarch know,
+That to him I nothing owe.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'But on my soul Alhama weighs,
+And on my inmost spirit preys;
+And if the King his land hath lost,
+Yet others may have lost the most.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'Sires have lost their children, wives
+Their lords, and valiant men their lives!
+One what best his love might claim
+Hath lost, another wealth, or fame.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+'I lost a damsel in that hour,
+Of all the land the loveliest flower;
+Doubloons a hundred I would pay,
+And think her ransom cheap that day.'
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+And as these things the old Moor said,
+They sever'd from the trunk his head;
+And to the Alhambra's wall with speed
+'Twas carried, as the King decreed.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+And men and infants therein weep
+Their loss, so heavy and so deep;
+Granada's ladies, all she rears
+Within her walls, burst into tears.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
+And from the windows o'er the walls
+The sable web of mourning falls;
+The King weeps as a woman o'er
+His loss, for it is much and sore.
+Woe is me, Alhama!
 </poem>
 ++++
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 Reply to Some Verses of J.M.B. Pigot, Esq. |
 <poem>
+Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain,
+Why thus in despair do you fret?
+For months you may try, yet, believe me, a sigh
+Will never obtain a coquette.
+Would you teach her to love? for a time seem to rove;
+At first she may frown in a pet;
+But leave her awhile, she shortly will smile,
+And then you may kiss your coquette.
+For such are the airs of these fanciful fairs,
+They think all our homage a debt:
+Yet a partial neglect soon takes an effect,
+And humbles the proudest coquette.
+Dissemble your pain, and lengthen your chain,
+And seem her hauteur to regret;
+If again you shall sigh, she no more will deny,
+That yours is the rosy coquette.
+If still, from false pride, your pangs she deride,
+This whimsical virgin forget;
+Some other adiaiire, who will melt with your fire,
+And laugh at the little coquette.
+For me I adore some twenty or more,
+And love them most dearly but yet
+Though my heart they enthral, I'd abandon them all,
+Did they act like your blooming coquette.
+No longer repine, adopt this design,
+And break through her slight-woven net;
+Away with despair, no longer forbear
+To fly from the captious coquette.
+Then quit her, my friend your bosom defend,
+Ere quite with her snares you're beset;
+Lest your deep-wounded heart, when incensed by the smart, Should lead you to curse the coquette.
 </poem>
 ++++

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