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... Who glorify thy consecrated pages ; Thou wert the thirone and grave of
empires ; still , The fount at which the panting mind assuages Her thirst of
knowledge , quaffing there her fill , Flows from the eternal source of Rome ' s
imperial hill . CXI .
... Who glorify thy consecrated pages ; Thou wert the thirone and grave of
empires ; still , The fount at which the panting mind assuages Her thirst of
knowledge , quaffing there her fill , Flows from the eternal source of Rome ' s
imperial hill . CXI .
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It has been our fortune to traverse together , at various periods , the countries of
chivalry , history , and fable - - Spain , , Greece , Asia Minor , and Italy ; and what
Athens and Constantinople were to us a few years ago , Venice and Rome have
...
It has been our fortune to traverse together , at various periods , the countries of
chivalry , history , and fable - - Spain , , Greece , Asia Minor , and Italy ; and what
Athens and Constantinople were to us a few years ago , Venice and Rome have
...
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And when we ourselves , in riding round the walls of Rome , heard the simple
lament of the labourers ' chorus , “ Roma ! Roma ! Roma ! Roma non è più come
era prima , ” it was difficult not to contrast this melancholy dirge with the
bacchanal ...
And when we ourselves , in riding round the walls of Rome , heard the simple
lament of the labourers ' chorus , “ Roma ! Roma ! Roma ! Roma non è più come
era prima , ” it was difficult not to contrast this melancholy dirge with the
bacchanal ...
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The commonwealth of kings , the men of Rome ! And even since , and now , fair
Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature
can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are
beautiful ...
The commonwealth of kings , the men of Rome ! And even since , and now , fair
Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature
can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are
beautiful ...
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Wandering in youth , I traced the path of him , 23 ' The Roman friend of Rome ' s
least - mortal mind , The friend of Tully : as my bark did skim The bright blue
waters with a fanning wind , ' Came Megara before me , and behind Aegina , lay
...
Wandering in youth , I traced the path of him , 23 ' The Roman friend of Rome ' s
least - mortal mind , The friend of Tully : as my bark did skim The bright blue
waters with a fanning wind , ' Came Megara before me , and behind Aegina , lay
...
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The Works of Lord Byron: With an Introduction and Bibliography George Gordon Byron Ограниченный просмотр - 1994 |
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Стр. 20 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Стр. 184 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Стр. 94 - 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...
Стр. 11 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Стр. 183 - 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. 18 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered 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 looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Стр. 154 - Oh Love ! no habitant of earth thou art — An unseen seraph, we believe in thee, A faith whose martyrs are the broken heart, But never yet hath seen, nor e'er shall see The naked eye, thy form, as it should be ; The mind hath made thee, as it peopled heaven, Even with its own desiring phantasy, And to a thought such shape and image given, As haunts the unquench'd soul — parch'd — wearied — wrung — and riven.
Стр. 158 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, ' And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
Стр. 36 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Стр. 19 - 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.
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| Название | The works of ... lord Byron, Объемы 7-8 The works of ... lord Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Автор | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Опубликована: | 1819 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Оксфордский университет |
| Оцифровано | 25 сен 2006 |
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