The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Том 7 |
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... Heaven reverse the dread decrees of fate ! Not here the mourner would his grief reveal , Not here the muse her virtues would relate . ( 1 ) The author claims the indulgence of the reader more for this piece than , perhaps , any other in ...
... Heaven reverse the dread decrees of fate ! Not here the mourner would his grief reveal , Not here the muse her virtues would relate . ( 1 ) The author claims the indulgence of the reader more for this piece than , perhaps , any other in ...
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... Heaven arraign , And , madly , godlike Providence accuse ? Ah ! no , far fly from me attempts so vain ; I'll ne'er submission to my God refuse . Yet is remembrance of those virtues dear , - Yet fresh the memory of that beauteous face ...
... Heaven arraign , And , madly , godlike Providence accuse ? Ah ! no , far fly from me attempts so vain ; I'll ne'er submission to my God refuse . Yet is remembrance of those virtues dear , - Yet fresh the memory of that beauteous face ...
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... heaven ? February , 1803 . EPITAPH ON A FRIEND . ( 1 ) “ Αστὴρ πρὶν μὲν ἔλαμπες ἐνὶ ζωοῖσιν ἑῷος . LAERTIUS . OH , Friend ! for ever loved , for ever dear ! What fruitless tears have bathed thy honour'd bier ! had become his adopted ...
... heaven ? February , 1803 . EPITAPH ON A FRIEND . ( 1 ) “ Αστὴρ πρὶν μὲν ἔλαμπες ἐνὶ ζωοῖσιν ἑῷος . LAERTIUS . OH , Friend ! for ever loved , for ever dear ! What fruitless tears have bathed thy honour'd bier ! had become his adopted ...
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... parting sigh , Together in one bed of earth we ' ll lie ! Together share the fate to mortals given ; Together mix our dust , and hope for heaven . " Thou still hadst lived to bless my aching sight , HOURS OF IDLENESS . 13.
... parting sigh , Together in one bed of earth we ' ll lie ! Together share the fate to mortals given ; Together mix our dust , and hope for heaven . " Thou still hadst lived to bless my aching sight , HOURS OF IDLENESS . 13.
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... heaven ; Boötes , only , seem'd to roll His arctic charge around the pole ; While mortals , lost in gentle sleep , Forgot to smile , or ceased to weep : At this lone hour , the Paphian boy , Descending from the realms of joy , Quick to ...
... heaven ; Boötes , only , seem'd to roll His arctic charge around the pole ; While mortals , lost in gentle sleep , Forgot to smile , or ceased to weep : At this lone hour , the Paphian boy , Descending from the realms of joy , Quick to ...
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Стр. 176 - And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
Стр. 294 - Oh man ! thou feeble tenant of an hour, Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power, Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Degraded mass of animated dust ! Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit ! By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Ye ! who perchance behold this simple urn, Pass on — it honours none you wish to mourn : To mark a friend's remains these stones arise, I never knew but one, and...
Стр. 319 - By that lip I long to taste; By that zone-encircled waist; By all the token-flowers that tell What words can never speak so well; By love's alternate joy and woe, Maid of Athens!
Стр. 239 - Who warns his friend to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books, for fear of growing double; Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Стр. 211 - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel : I only know we loved in vain— I only feel — Farewell ! — Farewell ! 1808.
Стр. 229 - twill pass for wit ; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. And shall we own such judgment ? No : as soon Seek roses in December — ice in June ; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore ; Or yield one single thought to be misled By Jeffrey's heart, or Lambe's Boeotian head.
Стр. 240 - Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of an idiot boy; ' A moon-struck, silly lad, who lost his way, And, like his bard, confounded night with day; So close on each pathetic part he dwells, And each adventure so sublimely tells, That all who view the ' idiot in his glory ' Conceive the bard the hero of the story.
Стр. 239 - Next comes the dull disciple of thy school, That mild apostate from poetic rule, The simple Wordsworth, framer of a lay As soft as evening in his favourite May, Who warns his friend 'to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books, for fear of growing double...
Стр. 292 - When some proud son of man returns to earth, Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth, The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, And storied urns record who rests below. When all is done, upon the tomb is seen, Not what he was, but what he should have been.
Стр. 318 - Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep it now, and take the rest! Hear my vow before I go, Zurrí JJLOÜ, aas By those tresses unconfined, Woo'd by each /Egean wind; By those lids whose jetty fringe Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge; By those wild eyes like the roe, ZlOT) fJLOtl, CTÚC à"yaTTÔ).