The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 стор. |
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... rest to him I love best , That I may be happy , and he may be blest . I have passed the guards , the gate , the wall ; Sought thee in safety through foes and all . ' Tis said the lion will turn and flee From a maid in the pride of her ...
... rest to him I love best , That I may be happy , and he may be blest . I have passed the guards , the gate , the wall ; Sought thee in safety through foes and all . ' Tis said the lion will turn and flee From a maid in the pride of her ...
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... rest . He sue for mercy ! He dismayed By wild words of a timid maid ! He , wrong'd by Venice , vow to save Her sons , devoted to the grave ! No - though that cloud were thunder's worst , And charged to crush him - let it burst . He ...
... rest . He sue for mercy ! He dismayed By wild words of a timid maid ! He , wrong'd by Venice , vow to save Her sons , devoted to the grave ! No - though that cloud were thunder's worst , And charged to crush him - let it burst . He ...
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... rest . Two villanous Cossacques pursued the child With flashing eyes and weapons : matched with The rudest brute that roams Siberia's wild Has feelings pure and polished as a gem , — The bear is civilized , the wolf is mild : [ them And ...
... rest . Two villanous Cossacques pursued the child With flashing eyes and weapons : matched with The rudest brute that roams Siberia's wild Has feelings pure and polished as a gem , — The bear is civilized , the wolf is mild : [ them And ...
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... rest ? Can this with faded pinion soar From rose to tulip as before ? Or Beauty , blighted in an hour , Find joy within her broken bower ? No gayer insects fluttering by Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die , And lovelier things ...
... rest ? Can this with faded pinion soar From rose to tulip as before ? Or Beauty , blighted in an hour , Find joy within her broken bower ? No gayer insects fluttering by Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die , And lovelier things ...
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... rest , Stood Christian , with his arms across his chest . The ruddy , reckless , dauntless hue once spread Along his cheek was livid now as lead ; His light - brown locks so graceful in their flow Now rose like startled vipers o'er his ...
... rest , Stood Christian , with his arms across his chest . The ruddy , reckless , dauntless hue once spread Along his cheek was livid now as lead ; His light - brown locks so graceful in their flow Now rose like startled vipers o'er his ...
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arms art thou aught Ave Maria beam beauty behold beneath blest blood blue bosom breast breath brow capital punishments Carthage charm cheek Clarens clouds dark dead death deep dread dream e'er eagle passes earth Egeria eternal face fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle GIAOUR glance glow gondolier grave grief hand hath heart heaven hope hour human clay JUNGFRAU Kaled knew light lips living lone look look'd mortal mountains Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once pale passion pause pride rill Rome rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd Seraph shine shone shore sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd stars 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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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...