The works of lord ByronBernh. Tauchnitz., 1826 |
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... beneath the assassin's knife Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath ; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life . On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath , Are domes ...
... beneath the assassin's knife Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath ; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life . On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath , Are domes ...
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... beneath soft Eve's consenting sta Fandango twirls his jocund castanet : Ah , monarchs ! could ye taste the mirth Not in the toils of Glory would ye fret ; The hoarse dull drum would sleep , Man be happy mar , How carols now the lusty ...
... beneath soft Eve's consenting sta Fandango twirls his jocund castanet : Ah , monarchs ! could ye taste the mirth Not in the toils of Glory would ye fret ; The hoarse dull drum would sleep , Man be happy mar , How carols now the lusty ...
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... beneath h horn ; The throng'd Arena shakes with shouts fo more ; Yells the mad crowd o'er entrails freshly tor Nor shrinks the female eye , nor ev'n affec to mourn . The seventh day this ; the jubilee of man . London ! right well thou ...
... beneath h horn ; The throng'd Arena shakes with shouts fo more ; Yells the mad crowd o'er entrails freshly tor Nor shrinks the female eye , nor ev'n affec to mourn . The seventh day this ; the jubilee of man . London ! right well thou ...
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... beneath his fate ? Nought that he saw his sadness could abate : Yet once he struggled ' gainst the demon's sway , And as in Beauty's bower he pensive sate , Pour'd forth this unpremeditated lay , To charms as fair as those that soothed ...
... beneath his fate ? Nought that he saw his sadness could abate : Yet once he struggled ' gainst the demon's sway , And as in Beauty's bower he pensive sate , Pour'd forth this unpremeditated lay , To charms as fair as those that soothed ...
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... beneath him , if he would Idly he wander'd on the Stygian shore , Nor now preserved the walls he loved to shield before . Cold is the heart , fair Greece ! that looks on thee , Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dall is the ...
... beneath him , if he would Idly he wander'd on the Stygian shore , Nor now preserved the walls he loved to shield before . Cold is the heart , fair Greece ! that looks on thee , Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dall is the ...
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The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life ... George Gordon Byron Недоступно для просмотра - 2015 |
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Стр. 62 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled ; The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress ; (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Стр. 56 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Стр. 62 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Стр. 135 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Стр. 135 - 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...
Стр. 20 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely, been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Стр. 49 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.
Стр. 576 - TITAN ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise ; What was thy pity's recompense ? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
Стр. 584 - 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. 171 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, "Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart; Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.