The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 стор. |
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... night - wind sigh . Was it the wind , through some hollow stone , Sent that soft and tender moan ? He lifted his head , and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He look'd on the long grass - it waved not a blade ...
... night - wind sigh . Was it the wind , through some hollow stone , Sent that soft and tender moan ? He lifted his head , and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He look'd on the long grass - it waved not a blade ...
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... night . The feverish glow of his brow was gone , And his heart sank so still that it felt like stone , As he looked on the face , and beheld its hue So deeply changed from what he knew : Fair but faint - without the ray Of mind , that ...
... night . The feverish glow of his brow was gone , And his heart sank so still that it felt like stone , As he looked on the face , and beheld its hue So deeply changed from what he knew : Fair but faint - without the ray Of mind , that ...
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... night , The hum of armies gathering rank on rank ! Lo ! dusky masses steal in dubious sight Along the leaguered wall and bristling bank Of the armed river , while with straggling light The stars peep through the vapours dim and dank ...
... night , The hum of armies gathering rank on rank ! Lo ! dusky masses steal in dubious sight Along the leaguered wall and bristling bank Of the armed river , while with straggling light The stars peep through the vapours dim and dank ...
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... NIGHT . The night was dark , and the thick mist allowed Nought to be seen save the artillery's flame , Which arched the horizon like a fiery cloud , And in the Danube's waters shone the same , A mirrored Hell ! The volleying roar , and ...
... NIGHT . The night was dark , and the thick mist allowed Nought to be seen save the artillery's flame , Which arched the horizon like a fiery cloud , And in the Danube's waters shone the same , A mirrored Hell ! The volleying roar , and ...
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... , who essayed to wash , and wipe , And bind his wound - then calmly lit his pipe , A trophy which survived an hundred fights , A beacon which had cheered ten thousand nights . The fourth and last of this deserted group [ stoop BYRON . 17.
... , who essayed to wash , and wipe , And bind his wound - then calmly lit his pipe , A trophy which survived an hundred fights , A beacon which had cheered ten thousand nights . The fourth and last of this deserted group [ stoop BYRON . 17.
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Сторінка 66 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ! Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
Сторінка 52 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Сторінка 66 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Сторінка 148 - 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!
Сторінка 146 - 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.
Сторінка 66 - 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 Heraclcidan blood might own.
Сторінка 117 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Сторінка 63 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Сторінка 150 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Сторінка 164 - 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...