Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 стор. |
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... sound learning . These are his claims to the respect of his cotemporaries - these are his titles to the admiration of posterity . That they may be fully un- derstood , and that the honours which his memory deserves may be ren- dered to ...
... sound learning . These are his claims to the respect of his cotemporaries - these are his titles to the admiration of posterity . That they may be fully un- derstood , and that the honours which his memory deserves may be ren- dered to ...
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... sound , Far different incense now ascends to Heaven , Such victims wallow on the gory ground . There many a pale and ruthless robber's corse , Noisome and ghast , defiles thy sacred sod ; O'er mingling man , and horse commixed with ...
... sound , Far different incense now ascends to Heaven , Such victims wallow on the gory ground . There many a pale and ruthless robber's corse , Noisome and ghast , defiles thy sacred sod ; O'er mingling man , and horse commixed with ...
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George Clinton. And , when that gale is fierce and high , A sound is heard in youder hall : It rises hoarsely through the sky , And vibrates o'er the mouldering wall . Yes , when the eddying tempest sighs , It shakes the shield of Oscar ...
George Clinton. And , when that gale is fierce and high , A sound is heard in youder hall : It rises hoarsely through the sky , And vibrates o'er the mouldering wall . Yes , when the eddying tempest sighs , It shakes the shield of Oscar ...
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... sounds of pleasure cease . But where is Oscar ? sure ' tis late : Is this a bridegroom's ardent flame ? While thronging guests and ladies wait , Nor Oscar nor his brother came . " At length young Allan join'd the bride . " 56 THE LIFE ...
... sounds of pleasure cease . But where is Oscar ? sure ' tis late : Is this a bridegroom's ardent flame ? While thronging guests and ladies wait , Nor Oscar nor his brother came . " At length young Allan join'd the bride . " 56 THE LIFE ...
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... sounds through Morning's misty light , But Oscar comes not o'er the plain . Three days , three sleepless nights , the Chief , For Oscar search'd each mountain cave ; Then hope is lost in boundless grief , His locks in grey torn ringlets ...
... sounds through Morning's misty light , But Oscar comes not o'er the plain . Three days , three sleepless nights , the Chief , For Oscar search'd each mountain cave ; Then hope is lost in boundless grief , His locks in grey torn ringlets ...
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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.