The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 страници |
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... spirit , or a spirit's world- The hues of twilight - the sun's gorgeous coming- His setting indescribable , which fills My eyes with pleasant tears as I behold Him sink , and feel my heart float softly with him Along that western ...
... spirit , or a spirit's world- The hues of twilight - the sun's gorgeous coming- His setting indescribable , which fills My eyes with pleasant tears as I behold Him sink , and feel my heart float softly with him Along that western ...
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... to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native land - Good night ! " CHORUS OF SPIRITS IN THE AIR . Before the walls 26 BYRON .
... to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native land - Good night ! " CHORUS OF SPIRITS IN THE AIR . Before the walls 26 BYRON .
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... SPIRITS IN THE AIR . Before the walls of Rome . The assault ; the army in motion , with ladders to scale the walls ; Bourbon , with a white scarf over his armour , foremost . ' Tis the morn , but dim and dark . Whither flies the silent ...
... SPIRITS IN THE AIR . Before the walls of Rome . The assault ; the army in motion , with ladders to scale the walls ; Bourbon , with a white scarf over his armour , foremost . ' Tis the morn , but dim and dark . Whither flies the silent ...
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... spirit ; he who knows That tender mystery , will love the more , For this is Love's recess , where vain men's woes , And the world's waste , have driven him far from For ' tis his nature to advance or die ; He stands not still , but or ...
... spirit ; he who knows That tender mystery , will love the more , For this is Love's recess , where vain men's woes , And the world's waste , have driven him far from For ' tis his nature to advance or die ; He stands not still , but or ...
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... spirit wrought ! Love shows all changes - Hate , Ambition , Guile , Betray no further than the bitter smile ; The lip's least curl , the lightest paleness thrown Along the govern'd aspect , speak alone Of deeper passions , and to judge ...
... spirit wrought ! Love shows all changes - Hate , Ambition , Guile , Betray no further than the bitter smile ; The lip's least curl , the lightest paleness thrown Along the govern'd aspect , speak alone Of deeper passions , and to judge ...
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arms art thou aught Ave Maria beam beauty behold beneath blest blood blue bosom breast breath brow capital punishments Carthage charm cheek Clarens clouds dark dead death deep dread dream e'er eagle passes earth Egeria eternal face fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle GIAOUR glance glow gondolier grave grief hand hath heart heaven hope hour human clay JUNGFRAU Kaled knew light lips living lone look look'd mortal mountains Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once pale passion pause pride rill Rome rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd Seraph shine shone shore sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd stars stood sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought trembling twas twill waters wave weep wert Whate'er wild wind wing wither'd youth Zuleika
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Страница 66 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ! Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
Страница 52 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Страница 66 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Страница 148 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Страница 146 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Страница 66 - On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heraclcidan blood might own.
Страница 117 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Страница 63 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Страница 150 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Страница 164 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...