The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Том 7 |
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... recurs to love alone Fir'd with the hope of future fame , I seek some nobler hero's name ; The dying chords are strung anew , To war , to war , my harp is due : With glowing strings , the epic strain To Jove's great 24 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
... recurs to love alone Fir'd with the hope of future fame , I seek some nobler hero's name ; The dying chords are strung anew , To war , to war , my harp is due : With glowing strings , the epic strain To Jove's great 24 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
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... 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 , 330 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
... 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 , 330 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
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... seek alms throughout Lisbon , and at night shared the produce of the day with his poor and broken - hearted master . But his friendship was employed in vain . Camoëns sank beneath the pressure of penury and disease , and died in an alms ...
... seek alms throughout Lisbon , and at night shared the produce of the day with his poor and broken - hearted master . But his friendship was employed in vain . Camoëns sank beneath the pressure of penury and disease , and died in an alms ...
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... seek to blast the honours of thy name . Turn to the few in Ida's early throng , Whose souls disdain not to condemn the wrong ; Or if , amidst the comrades of thy youth , None dare to raise the sterner voice of truth , Ask thine own ...
... seek to blast the honours of thy name . Turn to the few in Ida's early throng , Whose souls disdain not to condemn the wrong ; Or if , amidst the comrades of thy youth , None dare to raise the sterner voice of truth , Ask thine own ...
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... seek for glory with my sword . Seest thou yon camp , with torches twinkling dim , Where drunken slumbers wrap each lazy limb ? Where confidence and ease the watch disdain , And drowsy Silence holds her sable reign ? Then hear my thought ...
... seek for glory with my sword . Seest thou yon camp , with torches twinkling dim , Where drunken slumbers wrap each lazy limb ? Where confidence and ease the watch disdain , And drowsy Silence holds her sable reign ? Then hear my thought ...
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Страница 294 - Oh man ! thou feeble tenant of an hour, Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power, Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Degraded mass of animated dust ! Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit ! By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Ye ! who perchance behold this simple urn, Pass on — it honours none you wish to mourn : To mark a friend's remains these stones arise, I never knew but one, and...
Страница 319 - By that lip I long to taste; By that zone-encircled waist; By all the token-flowers that tell What words can never speak so well; By love's alternate joy and woe, Maid of Athens!
Страница 239 - Who warns his friend to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books, for fear of growing double; Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Страница 211 - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel : I only know we loved in vain— I only feel — Farewell ! — Farewell ! 1808.
Страница 229 - twill pass for wit ; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. And shall we own such judgment ? No : as soon Seek roses in December — ice in June ; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore ; Or yield one single thought to be misled By Jeffrey's heart, or Lambe's Boeotian head.
Страница 240 - Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of an idiot boy; ' A moon-struck, silly lad, who lost his way, And, like his bard, confounded night with day; So close on each pathetic part he dwells, And each adventure so sublimely tells, That all who view the ' idiot in his glory ' Conceive the bard the hero of the story.
Страница 239 - Next comes the dull disciple of thy school, That mild apostate from poetic rule, The simple Wordsworth, framer of a lay As soft as evening in his favourite May, Who warns his friend 'to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books, for fear of growing double...
Страница 292 - When some proud son of man returns to earth, Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth, The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, And storied urns record who rests below. When all is done, upon the tomb is seen, Not what he was, but what he should have been.
Страница 318 - Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep it now, and take the rest! Hear my vow before I go, Zurrí JJLOÜ, aas By those tresses unconfined, Woo'd by each /Egean wind; By those lids whose jetty fringe Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge; By those wild eyes like the roe, ZlOT) fJLOtl, CTÚC à"yaTTÔ).