The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 страници |
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... mountains , and thus take A fit and unwall'd temple , there to seek The Spirit , in whose honour shrines are weak ... mountain now hath found a tongue , And Jura answers , through her misty shroud , Back to the joyous Alps , who call to ...
... mountains , and thus take A fit and unwall'd temple , there to seek The Spirit , in whose honour shrines are weak ... mountain now hath found a tongue , And Jura answers , through her misty shroud , Back to the joyous Alps , who call to ...
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... mountains , river , winds , lake , lightnings ! ye ! With night , and clouds , and thunder , and a soul To make these felt and feeling , well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departed voices is the knoll ...
... mountains , river , winds , lake , lightnings ! ye ! With night , and clouds , and thunder , and a soul To make these felt and feeling , well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departed voices is the knoll ...
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... mountain - cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be , That this is all remains of thee ? Approach , thou craven , crouching slave : Say , is not this Thermopyla ? These waters blue that round you lave ...
... mountain - cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be , That this is all remains of thee ? Approach , thou craven , crouching slave : Say , is not this Thermopyla ? These waters blue that round you lave ...
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... mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die ! ' Twere long to tell , and sad to trace , Each step from splendour to disgrace ; Enough no foreign foe could quell Thy soul ...
... mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die ! ' Twere long to tell , and sad to trace , Each step from splendour to disgrace ; Enough no foreign foe could quell Thy soul ...
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... mountain shadows kiss Thy glorious gulf , unconquer'd Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance , And tenderest tints , along their summits driven , Mark his gay course and own ...
... mountain shadows kiss Thy glorious gulf , unconquer'd Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance , And tenderest tints , along their summits driven , Mark his gay course and own ...
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Allah arms art thou aught Ave Maria beauty behold beneath blest blood blue bosom breast breath bright brow capital punishments Carthage charm cheek Clarens clime clouds dark dead dear death deep despair dread dream e'er earth Egeria eternal face fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle GIAOUR glance glow gondolier grave grief hand hath heart heaven hope hour human clay Kaled knew light lips living lone look look'd Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once pale pang passion pause pride Rhine rill Rome rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd Seraph shine shone shore sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd star 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 167 - 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 ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean , This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Страница 167 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Страница 195 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Страница 65 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea. And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free, For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Страница 85 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Страница 49 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : — From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence, xc.
Страница 148 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Страница 146 - 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...
Страница 67 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! 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 Heracleidan blood might own.
Страница 150 - 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!