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Стр. 34
And he had learn ' d to love , - I know not why , For this in such as him seems
strange of mood , - The helpless looks of blooming infancy Even in its earliest
nurture ; what subdued , To change like this , a inind so far imbued With scorn of
man ...
And he had learn ' d to love , - I know not why , For this in such as him seems
strange of mood , - The helpless looks of blooming infancy Even in its earliest
nurture ; what subdued , To change like this , a inind so far imbued With scorn of
man ...
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But his was not the love of living dame , Nor of the dead who rise upon our
dreams , But of ideal beauty , which became In hini existence , and o ' erflowing
teems Along his burning page , distempered though it seems , LXXIX . This
breathed ...
But his was not the love of living dame , Nor of the dead who rise upon our
dreams , But of ideal beauty , which became In hini existence , and o ' erflowing
teems Along his burning page , distempered though it seems , LXXIX . This
breathed ...
Стр. 52
There seems a floating whisper on the hill , But that is fancy , for the starlight
dews All silently their tears of love instil , Weeping themselves away , thill they
infuse Deep into Nature ' s breast the spirit of her hues . LXXXVIII . Ye stars !
which are ...
There seems a floating whisper on the hill , But that is fancy , for the starlight
dews All silently their tears of love instil , Weeping themselves away , thill they
infuse Deep into Nature ' s breast the spirit of her hues . LXXXVIII . Ye stars !
which are ...
Стр. 63
But let me quit man ' s works , again to read His Maker ' s , spread around me ,
and suspend This page , which from my reveries I feed , Until it seems prolonging
without end . The clouds above me to the white Alps tend , And I must pierce ...
But let me quit man ' s works , again to read His Maker ' s , spread around me ,
and suspend This page , which from my reveries I feed , Until it seems prolonging
without end . The clouds above me to the white Alps tend , And I must pierce ...
Стр. 96
I saw or dream ' d of such , - but let them go - They came like truth , and disappear
' d like dreams ; And whatsoe ' er they were - - are now but so : I could replace
them if I would , still teems My wind with many a form , which aptly seems Such as
...
I saw or dream ' d of such , - but let them go - They came like truth , and disappear
' d like dreams ; And whatsoe ' er they were - - are now but so : I could replace
them if I would , still teems My wind with many a form , which aptly seems Such as
...
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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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