Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STANZAS, by GEORGE GORDON BYRON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Away, away, ye notes of woe Last Line: That scatter'd gladness o'er his path. Alternate Author Name(s): Byron, Lord; Byron, 6th Baron Subject(s): Sorrow | ||||||||
AWAY, away, ye notes of woe! Be silent, thou once soothing strain, Or I must flee from hence -- for, oh! I dare not trust those sounds again. To me they speak of brighter days -- But lull the chords, for now, alas! I must not think, I may not gaze On what I am -- on what I was. The voice that made those sounds more sweet Is hush'd and all their charms are fled; And now their softest notes repeat A dirge, an anthem o'er the dead! Yes, Thyrza! yes, they breathe of thee, Beloved dust! since dust thou art; And all that once was harmony Is worse than discord to my heart! 'T is silent all! -- but on my ear The well-remember'd echoes thrill; I hear a voice I would not hear, A voice that now might well be still: Yet oft my doubting soul 't will shake; Even slumber owns its gentle tone, Till consciousness will vainly wake To listen, though the dream be flown. Sweet Thyrza! waking as in sleep, Thou art but now a lovely dream; A star that trembled o'er the deep, Then turn'd from earth its tender beam. 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |
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