The Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One VolumeH.L. Broenner, 1826 - 776 страници |
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... past is all that remains to us of Byron . We can scarce reconcile ourselves to the idea - scarce think that the voice is silent for ever , which , bursting so often on our ear , was often heard with rapturous admiration , sometimes with ...
... past is all that remains to us of Byron . We can scarce reconcile ourselves to the idea - scarce think that the voice is silent for ever , which , bursting so often on our ear , was often heard with rapturous admiration , sometimes with ...
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... past pleasures and disappointment in new ones , and that even the beauties of nature , and the stimulus of travel ( except ambition , the most powerful of all excitements ) , are lost on a soul so constituted , or rather mis- directed ...
... past pleasures and disappointment in new ones , and that even the beauties of nature , and the stimulus of travel ( except ambition , the most powerful of all excitements ) , are lost on a soul so constituted , or rather mis- directed ...
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... past The native revels of the troop began ; Each Palikar his sabre from him cast , And bounding hand in hand , man link'd to man , Yelling their uncouth dirge , long daunced the kirtled , clan . Full on the coast of Suli's shaggy shore ...
... past The native revels of the troop began ; Each Palikar his sabre from him cast , And bounding hand in hand , man link'd to man , Yelling their uncouth dirge , long daunced the kirtled , clan . Full on the coast of Suli's shaggy shore ...
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... past Shall pilgrims , pensive , but unwearied , throng ; Long shall the voyager , with th ' Ionian blast , Hail the bright clime of battle and of song ; Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue Fill with thy fame the youth of many a ...
... past Shall pilgrims , pensive , but unwearied , throng ; Long shall the voyager , with th ' Ionian blast , Hail the bright clime of battle and of song ; Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue Fill with thy fame the youth of many a ...
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... past The eyes , which o'er them shed tears feel- ingly and fast . His love was passion's essence as a tree On fire by lightning ; with ethereal flame Kindled he was and blasted ; for to be Thus , and enamour'd , were in him the same ...
... past The eyes , which o'er them shed tears feel- ingly and fast . His love was passion's essence as a tree On fire by lightning ; with ethereal flame Kindled he was and blasted ; for to be Thus , and enamour'd , were in him the same ...
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Страница 583 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Страница 584 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Страница 33 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Страница 26 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Страница 56 - 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 55 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Страница 26 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Страница 33 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Страница 55 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before. To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Страница 38 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...