Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 стор. |
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... fire , Or sings the glories of the martial wreath . At length , the sated murderers , gorged with prey , Retire ; the clamour of the fight is o'er : Silence again resumes her awful sway , And sable Horror guards the massy door . Here ...
... fire , Or sings the glories of the martial wreath . At length , the sated murderers , gorged with prey , Retire ; the clamour of the fight is o'er : Silence again resumes her awful sway , And sable Horror guards the massy door . Here ...
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... fire , with the lower part of his waistcoat open , his shirt bloody , and his hand upon his belly . He was very earnest to know if he thought him in imminent danger ; and , being answered in the affir- mative , he desired his uncle ...
... fire , with the lower part of his waistcoat open , his shirt bloody , and his hand upon his belly . He was very earnest to know if he thought him in imminent danger ; and , being answered in the affir- mative , he desired his uncle ...
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... fire , With bright , but mild , affection shine ; Though they might kindle less desire , Love more than mortal would be thine . For thou art form'd so heavenly fair , Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam , We must admire , but still ...
... fire , With bright , but mild , affection shine ; Though they might kindle less desire , Love more than mortal would be thine . For thou art form'd so heavenly fair , Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam , We must admire , but still ...
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... fires . Full oft have we wander'd through Ida together , And bless'd were the scenes of our youth , I allow : In the spring of our life , how serene is the weather ! But winter's rude tempests are gathering now . No more with affection ...
... fires . Full oft have we wander'd through Ida together , And bless'd were the scenes of our youth , I allow : In the spring of our life , how serene is the weather ! But winter's rude tempests are gathering now . No more with affection ...
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... fire , Must all the painter's art defy , And bid him from the task retire . Here I behold its beauteous hue ; But where's the beam , so sweetly straying , Which gave a lustre to its blue , Like Luna o'er the ocean playing ? Sweet copy ...
... fire , Must all the painter's art defy , And bid him from the task retire . Here I behold its beauteous hue ; But where's the beam , so sweetly straying , Which gave a lustre to its blue , Like Luna o'er the ocean playing ? Sweet copy ...
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Memoirs of the life and writings of lord Byron George Clinton (biographer of Byron.) Повний перегляд - 1825 |
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Сторінка 558 - 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 749 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Сторінка 400 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery.
Сторінка 328 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Сторінка 392 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Сторінка 557 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? 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?
Сторінка 697 - 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.
Сторінка 327 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Сторінка 344 - Twas still some solace in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each, With some new hope, or legend old, Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold.
Сторінка 348 - ... mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink Had brought me back to feel and think.