Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 стор. |
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... tale . To the Duke of D-- . Translations and Imitations . Adrian's address to his Soul when dying . From Catullus ; ad Lesbian . The Epitaph on Virgil and Tibullus , by Domitus Marsus . From Catullus ; Luctus de mortis passeris . From ...
... tale . To the Duke of D-- . Translations and Imitations . Adrian's address to his Soul when dying . From Catullus ; ad Lesbian . The Epitaph on Virgil and Tibullus , by Domitus Marsus . From Catullus ; Luctus de mortis passeris . From ...
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... tale by Dr. Polidori , who afterwards poisoned himself , attributed to Lord Byron . His Lordship reputed a Vampyre . Publishes A Fragment , in order to disabuse the public mind from the Vampyre reports . 362 CHAPTER VIII . Renewal of ...
... tale by Dr. Polidori , who afterwards poisoned himself , attributed to Lord Byron . His Lordship reputed a Vampyre . Publishes A Fragment , in order to disabuse the public mind from the Vampyre reports . 362 CHAPTER VIII . Renewal of ...
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... TALE . How sweetly shines through azure skies The lamp of Heaven on Lora's shore , Where Alva's hoary turrets rise , And hear the din of arms no more ! But often has yon rolling moon On Alva's casques of silver play'd ; And view'd , at ...
... TALE . How sweetly shines through azure skies The lamp of Heaven on Lora's shore , Where Alva's hoary turrets rise , And hear the din of arms no more ! But often has yon rolling moon On Alva's casques of silver play'd ; And view'd , at ...
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... tale my heart must feel ; Love , Love alone , my lyre shall claim , In songs of bliss and sighs of flame . ODE III . ' Twas now the hour when Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Bootes , only , seemed to roll His ...
... tale my heart must feel ; Love , Love alone , my lyre shall claim , In songs of bliss and sighs of flame . ODE III . ' Twas now the hour when Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Bootes , only , seemed to roll His ...
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... tale , I heard his sighs upon the gale ; My breast was never Pity's foe , But felt for all the baby's woe : I drew the bar , and , by the light , Young Love , the infant , met my sight : His bow across his shoulders flung , And thence ...
... tale , I heard his sighs upon the gale ; My breast was never Pity's foe , But felt for all the baby's woe : I drew the bar , and , by the light , Young Love , the infant , met my sight : His bow across his shoulders flung , And thence ...
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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.