Lord Byron's Works, Томове 1–2François Louis, at his French and English Library ... and Baudry, at the Foreign Library, 1821 |
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... note is somewhat sad , He'll try for once a strain more glad , " ( « « With some faint hope his altered lay May sing these gloomy thoughts away . << What ! not receive my ་ ་ XI . foolish flower ? Nay then I am indeed unblest : « On me ...
... note is somewhat sad , He'll try for once a strain more glad , " ( « « With some faint hope his altered lay May sing these gloomy thoughts away . << What ! not receive my ་ ་ XI . foolish flower ? Nay then I am indeed unblest : « On me ...
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... note ! It were the Bulbul ; but his throat , Though mournful , pours not such a strain : For they who listen cannot leave The spot , but linger there and grieve As if they loved in vain ! And yet so sweet the tears they shed , ' Tis ...
... note ! It were the Bulbul ; but his throat , Though mournful , pours not such a strain : For they who listen cannot leave The spot , but linger there and grieve As if they loved in vain ! And yet so sweet the tears they shed , ' Tis ...
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. That note so piercing and profound Will shape and syllable its sound Into Zuleika's name . 43 " Tis from her cypress ' summit heard , That melts in air the liquid ... Note 1 , page 44 THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS .
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. That note so piercing and profound Will shape and syllable its sound Into Zuleika's name . 43 " Tis from her cypress ' summit heard , That melts in air the liquid ... Note 1 , page 44 THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS .
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... Note 3 , page 7 , line 20 . With Mejnoun's tale , or Sadi's song . Mejnoun and Leila , the Romeo and Juliet of the East . Sadi , the moral poet of Persia . Note 4 , page 7 , line 21 . Till I , who heard the deep tambour . Tambour ...
... Note 3 , page 7 , line 20 . With Mejnoun's tale , or Sadi's song . Mejnoun and Leila , the Romeo and Juliet of the East . Sadi , the moral poet of Persia . Note 4 , page 7 , line 21 . Till I , who heard the deep tambour . Tambour ...
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... Note 7 , page 11 , line 22 . But yet the line of Carasman . Carasman Oglou , or Kara Osman Oglou , is the principal landholder in Turkey , he governs Magnesia ; those who , by a kind of feudal tenure , possess land on condition of ser ...
... Note 7 , page 11 , line 22 . But yet the line of Carasman . Carasman Oglou , or Kara Osman Oglou , is the principal landholder in Turkey , he governs Magnesia ; those who , by a kind of feudal tenure , possess land on condition of ser ...
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Alfonso Amaun apostolic palace arms Bard behold beneath blood bosom breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow calpac CANTO CAPEL LOFFT Catullus charms cheek Conrad dare dark dead death deeds deemed deep doom doubt dread dream Dunciad earth Edinburgh Review fair fame fate fear feel foes forget friends gazed Giaffir's Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont hope hour Houris Juan Juan's Julia knew lady Lara Lara's lips living lonely look Lord Lord Byron Muse ne'er never night Note o'er once Pacha pale Parisina poem rest rhyme scarce seemed Selim she-the shore sigh silent slave sleep smile song soul spirit strife sweet tale tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Timariot Twas twere voice wave Whate'er wild wind words young youth Zuleika
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Страница 5 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Страница 183 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure...
Страница 18 - Poetic souls delight in prose insane; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of an idiot boy...
Страница 61 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way...
Страница 17 - 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 5 - Gul in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In color though varied, in beauty may vie...
Страница 43 - So the struck Eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Страница 143 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped; But 'scaped in vain, for in their memory yet His mind would half exult and half regret...
Страница 194 - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away...
Страница 137 - At half-past eight o'clock, booms, hencoops, spars, And all things, for a chance, had been cast loose, That still could keep afloat the struggling tars, For yet they strove, although of no great use : There was no light in heaven but a few stars, The boats put off o'ercrowded with their crews ; She gave a heel, and then a lurch to port, And, going down head foremost — sunk, in short.