Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 стор. |
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... and supreme powers , which , if they did not raise him above his species , made him one of its chief ornaments . ) As a poet , he stands among the most eminent that England has ever B produced . Few , indeed , ( and , among.
... and supreme powers , which , if they did not raise him above his species , made him one of its chief ornaments . ) As a poet , he stands among the most eminent that England has ever B produced . Few , indeed , ( and , among.
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... raise ( That last infirmity of noble mind ) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , Comes the blind Fury with th ' abhorred shears And slits the ...
... raise ( That last infirmity of noble mind ) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , Comes the blind Fury with th ' abhorred shears And slits the ...
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... raised such a power of horse and foot , as made frequent skirmishes with the enemy , sometimes with notable advantage , never with signal loss . ' Sir John Byron , the younger brother of Sir Nicholas , was made Knight of the Bath at the ...
... raised such a power of horse and foot , as made frequent skirmishes with the enemy , sometimes with notable advantage , never with signal loss . ' Sir John Byron , the younger brother of Sir Nicholas , was made Knight of the Bath at the ...
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... raised their pious voices but to pray , Where now the bats their wavering wings extend , Soon as the Gloaming ‡ spreads her waning shade , The choir did oft their mingling vespers blend , Or matin orisons to Marys paid . Years roll on ...
... raised their pious voices but to pray , Where now the bats their wavering wings extend , Soon as the Gloaming ‡ spreads her waning shade , The choir did oft their mingling vespers blend , Or matin orisons to Marys paid . Years roll on ...
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... Raise a flame in the breast for the war - laurell'd wreath ; Near Askalon's towers John of Horistan * slumbers— Unnerved is the hand of his minstrel by death . Horistan Castle , in Derbyshire , an ancient seat of the Byron family . Paul ...
... Raise a flame in the breast for the war - laurell'd wreath ; Near Askalon's towers John of Horistan * slumbers— Unnerved is the hand of his minstrel by death . Horistan Castle , in Derbyshire , an ancient seat of the Byron family . Paul ...
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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.