The Miscellaneous Poems of Lord Byron

The Miscellaneous Poems of Lord Byron

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1825 edition. Excerpt: ...notes repeat A dirge, an anthem o'er the dead! Yes, Thyrza! yes, they hreathe of thee, Beloved dust! since dust thou art; And all that once was harmony I s worse than discord to my heart! 'Tis silent all!--hut on my ear The we 11-rememhered echoes thrill; I hear a voice I would not hear, A voice that now might well he still, Yet oft my douhting soul 'twill shake: Even slumher owns its gentle tone, Till Consciousness will vainly wake To listen, though the dream he flown. Sweet Thyrza! waking as in sleep, Thou art hut now a lovely dream; A star that tremhled o'er the deep, Then turu'd from earth its tender heam. But he, who through life's dreary way Must pass, when heaven is veil'd in wrath, Will long lament the vanish'd ray, That scatter'd gladness o'er his path. STANZAS. Amd thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal hirth; And form so soft, and charms so rare, Too soon returned to Earth! Though Earth received them in her hed, And o'er the spot the crowd may tread In carelessness or mirth, There is an eye which could not hrook A moment on that grave to look. I will not ask where thou llest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So 1 hehold 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 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. To think I was not near to beep One vigil o'er thy hed; To gaze, how fondly! on thy face, To fold thee in a...
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  • Paperback | 38 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 86g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123659326X
  • 9781236593269