Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Том 7John Murray, 1833 |
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... dead , When life again to dust is given , On thy dear breast I'll lay my head- Without thee , where would be my heaven ? February , 1803 . 66 EPITAPH ON A FRIEND . ( 1 ) σε Αστὴρ πρὶν μὲν ἔλαμπες ἐνὶ ζωοῖσιν ἑφος . — LAERTIUS . OH ...
... dead , When life again to dust is given , On thy dear breast I'll lay my head- Without thee , where would be my heaven ? February , 1803 . 66 EPITAPH ON A FRIEND . ( 1 ) σε Αστὴρ πρὶν μὲν ἔλαμπες ἐνὶ ζωοῖσιν ἑφος . — LAERTIUS . OH ...
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... dead ; This life resign'd , without one parting sigh , Together in one bed of earth we ' ll lie ! Together share the fate to mortals given ; Together mix our dust , and hope for heaven . " Thou still hadst lived to bless my aching sight ...
... dead ; This life resign'd , without one parting sigh , Together in one bed of earth we ' ll lie ! Together share the fate to mortals given ; Together mix our dust , and hope for heaven . " Thou still hadst lived to bless my aching sight ...
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... dead , Whom dearer than her eyes she lov❜d : For he was gentle , and so true , Obedient to her call he flew , No fear , no wild alarm he knew , But lightly o'er her bosom mov'd : And softly fluttering here and there , He never sought ...
... dead , Whom dearer than her eyes she lov❜d : For he was gentle , and so true , Obedient to her call he flew , No fear , no wild alarm he knew , But lightly o'er her bosom mov'd : And softly fluttering here and there , He never sought ...
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... dead , in earth's bosom laid low , - ― Oh ! then let us drain , while we may , draughts of pleasure , Which from passion like ours may unceasingly flow ; Let us pass round the cup of love's bliss in full measure , And quaff the contents ...
... dead , in earth's bosom laid low , - ― Oh ! then let us drain , while we may , draughts of pleasure , Which from passion like ours may unceasingly flow ; Let us pass round the cup of love's bliss in full measure , And quaff the contents ...
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... Since , in life , love and friendship for ever are fled ? If again in the mansion of death I embrace thee , Perhaps they will leave unmolested the dead . 1805 . STANZAS TO A LADY , WITH THE POEMS OF CAMOËNS 34 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
... Since , in life , love and friendship for ever are fled ? If again in the mansion of death I embrace thee , Perhaps they will leave unmolested the dead . 1805 . STANZAS TO A LADY , WITH THE POEMS OF CAMOËNS 34 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
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Страница 293 - 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 at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.
Страница 294 - 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 here he lies.
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, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Страница 219 - Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers ; I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry : 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
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 291 - I kiss'd it for its mother's sake. I kiss'd it, — and repress'd my sighs Its father in its face to see : But then it had its mother's eyes, And they were all to love and me. Mary, adieu ! I must away : While thou art blest I'll not repine ; But near thee I can never stay ; My heart would soon again be thine. I deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride, Had quench'd at length my boyish flame ; Nor knew, till seated by thy side, My heart in all — save hope — the same.
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 171 - Our union would have healed feuds in which blood had been shed by our fathers, it would have joined lands broad and rich, it would have joined at least one heart, and two persons not ill matched in years (she is two years my elder), and — and — and — what has been the result?
Страница 226 - Still must I hear ? — shall hoarse * Fitzgerald bawl His creaking couplets in a tavern hall, And I not sing, lest, haply, Scotch Reviews Should dub me scribbler, and denounce my Muse ? Prepare for rhyme — I'll publish, right or wrong : Fools are my theme, let Satire be my song.