Delphi Poetry Anthology: The World's Greatest Poems (Delphi Poets Series Book 50) (200 page)
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Authors: Homer,William Shakespeare
George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788–1824)
WHEN we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
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Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this!
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow;
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It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken
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And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me —
Why wert thou so dear?
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They know not I knew thee
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met:
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In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
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How should I greet thee? —
With silence and tears.
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788–1824)
THERE be none of Beauty’s daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
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The charmed ocean’s pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lull’d winds seem dreaming:
And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o’er the deep,
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Whose breast is gently heaving
As an infant’s asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
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Like the swell of Summer’s ocean.
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788–1824)
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
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Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o’er her face,
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Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek and o’er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
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But tell of days in goodness spent, —
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788–1824)
O TALK not to me of a name great in story;
The days of our youth are the days of our glory;
And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty
Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled?
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’Tis but as a dead flower with May-dew besprinkled:
Then away with all such from the head that is hoary —
What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?
Oh Fame! — if I e’er took delight in thy praises,
’Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases,
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Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover
She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee;
Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee;
When it sparkled o’er aught that was bright in my story,
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I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788–1824)
O SNATCH’D away in beauty’s bloom!
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year,
And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom:
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And oft by yon blue gushing stream
Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head,
And feed deep thought with many a dream,
And lingering pause and lightly tread;
Fond wretch! as if her step disturb’d the dead.
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Away! we know that tears are vain,
That Death nor heeds nor hears distress:
Will this unteach us to complain?
Or make one mourner weep the less?
And thou, who tell’st me to forget,
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Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788–1824)
THOUGH the day of my destiny’s over,
And the star of my fate hath declined,
Thy soft heart refused to discover
The faults which so many could find.
Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted,
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It shrunk not to share it with me,
And the love which my spirit hath painted
It never hath found but in
thee.
Then when nature around me is smiling,
The last smile which answers to mine,
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I do not believe it beguiling,
Because it reminds me of thine;
And when winds are at war with the ocean,
As the breasts I believed in with me,
If their billows excite an emotion,
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It is that they bear me from
thee.
Though the rock of my last hope is shivered,
And its fragments are sunk in the wave,
Though I feel that my soul is delivered
To pain — it shall not be its slave.
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There is many a pang to pursue me:
They may crush, but they shall not contemn;
They may torture, but shall not subdue me;
’Tis of
thee
that I think — not of them.
Though human, thou didst not deceive me,
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Though woman, thou didst not forsake,
Though loved, thou forborest to grieve me,
Though slander’d, thou never couldst shake;
Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me,
Though parted, it was not to fly,
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Though watchful, ’twas not to defame me,
Nor, mute, that the world might belie.
Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it,
Nor the war of the many with one;
If my soul was not fitted to prize it,
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’Twas folly not sooner to shun:
And if dearly that error hath cost me,
And more than I once could foresee,
I have found that, whatever it lost me,
It could not deprive me of
thee.
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From the wreck of the past, which hath perish’d,
Thus much I at least may recall,
It hath taught me that what I most cherish’d
Deserved to be dearest of all:
In the desert a fountain is springing,
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In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of
thee.
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788–1824)
MY sister! my sweet sister! if a name
Dearer and purer were, it should be thine;
Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim
No tears, but tenderness to answer mine:
Go where I will, to me thou art the same —
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A loved regret which I would not resign.
There yet are two things in my destiny, —
A world to roam through, and a home with thee.
The first were nothing — had I still the last,
It were the haven of my happiness;
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But other claims and other ties thou hast,
And mine is not the wish to make them less.
A strange doom is thy father’s son’s, and past
Recalling, as it lies beyond redress;
Reversed for him our grandsire’s fate of yore, —
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He had no rest at sea, nor I on shore.
If my inheritance of storms hath been
In other elements, and on the rocks
Of perils, overlook’d or unforeseen,
I have sustain’d my share of worldly shocks,
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The fault was mine; nor do I seek to screen
My errors with defensive paradox;
I have been cunning in mine overthrow,
The careful pilot of my proper woe.
Mine were my faults, and mine be their reward.
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My whole life was a contest, since the day
That gave me being, gave me that which marr’d
The gift, — a fate, or will, that walk’d astray;
And I at times have found the struggle hard,
And thought of shaking off my bonds of clay:
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But now I fain would for a time survive,
If but to see what next can well arrive.
Kingdoms and empires in my little day
I have outlived, and yet I am not old:
And when I look on this, the petty spray
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Of my own years of trouble, which have roll’d
Like a wild bay of breakers, melts away:
Something — I know not what — does still uphold
A spirit of slight patience; — not in vain,
Even for its own sake, do we purchase pain.
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Perhaps the workings of defiance stir
Within me, — or perhaps a cold despair,
Brought when ills habitually recur, —
Perhaps a kindlier clime, or purer air,
(For even to this may change of soul refer,
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And with light armour we may learn to bear),
Have taught me a strange quiet, which was not
The chief companion of a calmer lot.
I feel almost at times as I have felt
In happy childhood; trees, and flowers, and brooks,
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Which do remember me of where I dwelt
Ere my young mind was sacrificed to books,
Come as of yore upon me, and can melt
My heart with recognition of their looks;
And even at moments I could think I see
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Some living thing to love — but none like thee.
Here are the Alpine landscapes which create
A fund for contemplation — to admire
Is a brief feeling of a trivial date;
But something worthier do such scenes inspire;
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Here to be lonely is not desolate,
For much I view which I could most desire,
And, above all, a lake I can behold
Lovelier, not dearer, than our own of old.
Oh that thou wert but with me! — but I grow
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The fool of my own wishes, and forget
The solitude, which I have vaunted so,
Has lost its praise in this but one regret;
There may be others which I less may show! —
I am not of the plaintive mood, and yet
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I feel an ebb in my philosophy,
And the tide rising in my alter’d eye.
I did remind thee of our own dear Lake,
By the old Hall which may be mine no more.
Leman’s is fair; but think not I forsake
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The sweet remembrance of a dearer shore;
Sad havoc Time must with my memory make,
Ere that or thou can fade these eyes before;
Though, like all things which I have loved, they are
Resign’d for ever, or divided far.
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The world is all before me; I but ask
Of Nature that with which she will comply —
It is but in her summer’s sun to bask,
To mingle with the quiet of her sky,
To see her gentle face without a mask,
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And never gaze on it with apathy.
She was my early friend, and now shall be
My sister — till I look again on thee.
I can reduce all feeling but this one;
And that I would not; — for at length I see
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Such scenes as those wherein my life begun.
The earliest — even the only paths for me —
Had I but sooner learnt the crowd to shun,
I had been better than I now can be;
The passions which have torn me would have slept;
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I had not suffer’d and thou hadst not wept.
With false Ambition what had I to do?
Little with Love, and least of all with Fame;
And yet they came unsought, and with me grew,
And made me all which they can make — a name.
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Yet this was not the end I did pursue;
Surely I once beheld a nobler aim.
But all is over — I am one the more
To baffled millions which have gone before.
And for the future, this world’s future may
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From me demand but little of my care;
I have outlived myself by many a day;
Having survived so many things that were;
My years have been no slumber, but the prey
Of ceaseless vigils; for I had the share
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Of life which might have fill’d a century,
Before its fourth in time had pass’d me by.
And for the remnant which may be to come
I am content; and for the past I feel
Not thankless, — for within the crowded sum
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Of struggles, happiness at times would steal,
And for the present, I would not benumb
My feelings farther — Nor shall I conceal
That with all this I still can look around,
And worship Nature with a thought profound.
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For thee, my own sweet sister, in thy heart
I know myself secure, as thou in mine.
We were and are — I am, even as thou art —
Beings who ne’er each other can resign:
It is the same, together or apart,
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From life’s commencement to its slow decline
We are entwined — let death come slow or fast,
The tie which bound the first endures the last!
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
