The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed., containing considerable additions; to which is prefixed a life, by H. L. Bulwer, Том 1 |
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... chief argument seems to have think there are three things I can do which you cannot . " Polidori defied him to name them . " I can , " said Lord Byron , " swim across that river ; I can snuff out that candle with a pistol - shot at the ...
... chief argument seems to have think there are three things I can do which you cannot . " Polidori defied him to name them . " I can , " said Lord Byron , " swim across that river ; I can snuff out that candle with a pistol - shot at the ...
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... chief to whose camp our Poet , on first arriving , directed his steps . On many of his subsequent pages fell the dark shadow of the daring Ruler of Albania ; and , indeed , it is difficult to underrate the effect which such scenes as ...
... chief to whose camp our Poet , on first arriving , directed his steps . On many of his subsequent pages fell the dark shadow of the daring Ruler of Albania ; and , indeed , it is difficult to underrate the effect which such scenes as ...
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... chief Ulysses , the Greeks , even in the Greek town in which he was , fighting amongst themselves , his guard actually refusing to march , and his artillery deserting - he himself says : - " As for me , I am willing to do what I am ...
... chief Ulysses , the Greeks , even in the Greek town in which he was , fighting amongst themselves , his guard actually refusing to march , and his artillery deserting - he himself says : - " As for me , I am willing to do what I am ...
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... chiefs ! oh , search around ! Allan , with these through Alva fly ; Till Oscar , till my son is found , Haste , haste , nor dare attempt reply . " All is confusion - through the vale The name of Oscar ... Chief For 16 BYRON'S WORKS .
... chiefs ! oh , search around ! Allan , with these through Alva fly ; Till Oscar , till my son is found , Haste , haste , nor dare attempt reply . " All is confusion - through the vale The name of Oscar ... Chief For 16 BYRON'S WORKS .
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... Chief For Oscar search'd each mountain cave ; Then hope is lost ; in boundless grief , His locks in grey torn ringlets wave . " Oscar ! my son ! -thou God of heaven , Restore the prop of sinking age ! Or , if that hope no more is given ...
... Chief For Oscar search'd each mountain cave ; Then hope is lost ; in boundless grief , His locks in grey torn ringlets wave . " Oscar ! my son ! -thou God of heaven , Restore the prop of sinking age ! Or , if that hope no more is given ...
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Стр. 259 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Стр. 142 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Стр. 121 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Стр. 146 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Стр. 113 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Стр. 113 - 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!
Стр. 298 - 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.
Стр. 134 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald : — how profound The gulf ! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Стр. 282 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Стр. 281 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came That bird was...