Poetical Works, Том 1Little, Brown, 1866 |
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... leaving Newstead Abbey Lines written in Rousseau's " Letters of an Italian Nun ' Answer to the Foregoing Adrian's Address to his Soul • Translation from Catullus . Ad Lesbiam Translation of the Epitaph on Virgil and Tibullus iii xi 1 5 ...
... leaving Newstead Abbey Lines written in Rousseau's " Letters of an Italian Nun ' Answer to the Foregoing Adrian's Address to his Soul • Translation from Catullus . Ad Lesbiam Translation of the Epitaph on Virgil and Tibullus iii xi 1 5 ...
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... leaving England Lines to Mr. Hodgson • Lines in an Album at Malta To Florence . Stanzas composed during a Thunder - storm Stanzas written in passing the Ambracian Gulf The spell is broke , the charm is flown After swimming from Sestos ...
... leaving England Lines to Mr. Hodgson • Lines in an Album at Malta To Florence . Stanzas composed during a Thunder - storm Stanzas written in passing the Ambracian Gulf The spell is broke , the charm is flown After swimming from Sestos ...
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... leaving his widow , who was then residing at Aberdeen , to support herself and her son on a pittance of £ 135 per annum . In 1794 , his cousin , the grandson of the fifth Lord Byron , died at Corsica , and he be- came the presumptive ...
... leaving his widow , who was then residing at Aberdeen , to support herself and her son on a pittance of £ 135 per annum . In 1794 , his cousin , the grandson of the fifth Lord Byron , died at Corsica , and he be- came the presumptive ...
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... leave the country ; and on the 25th of April , 1816 , he quitted England for the last time . His course was through Flanders and along the Rhine to Switzerland , where , at a villa called Diodati , in the neighborhood of Geneva , he ...
... leave the country ; and on the 25th of April , 1816 , he quitted England for the last time . His course was through Flanders and along the Rhine to Switzerland , where , at a villa called Diodati , in the neighborhood of Geneva , he ...
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... leaving them much in the society of each other . They long lived together in a half - permitted state of intimacy , the lady appear- ing with the consent of her husband to share his protection with that of Lord Byron . But this equiv ...
... leaving them much in the society of each other . They long lived together in a half - permitted state of intimacy , the lady appear- ing with the consent of her husband to share his protection with that of Lord Byron . But this equiv ...
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Страница 353 - So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
Страница 211 - WHEN we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear...
Страница 219 - Near this spot are deposited the Remains of one, who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man, without his Vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the memory of BOATSWAIN, A DOG, who was born in Newfoundland, May, 1803, and died at Newstead, Nov.
Страница 310 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
Страница 273 - TO A LADY WEEPING.* WEEP, daughter of a royal line, A Sire's disgrace, a realm's decay ; Ah ! happy if each tear of thine Could wash a father's fault away ! Weep — for thy tears are Virtue's tears — Auspicious to these suffering isles ; And be each drop in future years Repaid thee by thy people's smiles ! THE CHAIN I GAVE.
Страница 391 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys, Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile!
Страница 325 - They slept on the abyss without a surge — The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The Moon, their mistress, had expired before; The winds were wither'd in the Stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need Of aid from them — She was the Universe.
Страница 330 - A mighty lesson we inherit: Thou art a symbol and a sign To Mortals of their fate and force; Like thee, Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source...
Страница 333 - BRIGHT be the place of thy soul ! No lovelier spirit than thine E'er burst from its mortal control, In the orbs of the blessed to shine. On earth thou wert all but divine, As thy soul shall immortally be ; And our sorrow may cease to repine, When we know that thy God is with thee.
Страница 386 - OH, talk not to me of a name great in story ; The days of our youth are the days of our glory ; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.