The works of lord Byron, Том 1 |
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... Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame , perchance of heavenly birth , Which gleams , but warms no more its cherish'd earth ! Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain - cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ...
... Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame , perchance of heavenly birth , Which gleams , but warms no more its cherish'd earth ! Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain - cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ...
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... shall be a redder grave ; " Her spirit pointed well the steel " Which taught that felon heart to feel . " He call'd the Prophet , but his power " Was vain against the vengeful Giaour : " He call'd on Alla - but the word " THE GIAOUR . 27.
... shall be a redder grave ; " Her spirit pointed well the steel " Which taught that felon heart to feel . " He call'd the Prophet , but his power " Was vain against the vengeful Giaour : " He call'd on Alla - but the word " THE GIAOUR . 27.
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... heaven ! " To love the softest hearts are prone , But such can ne'er be all his own ; Too timid in his woes to share , Too meek to meet , or brave despair ; And sterner hearts alone may feel The wound that time THE GIAOUR . 35.
... heaven ! " To love the softest hearts are prone , But such can ne'er be all his own ; Too timid in his woes to share , Too meek to meet , or brave despair ; And sterner hearts alone may feel The wound that time THE GIAOUR . 35.
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... feel The wound that time can never heal . The rugged metal of the mine Must burn before its surface shine , But plunged within the furnace - flame , It bends and melts - though still the same ; Then temper'd to thy want , or will ...
... feel The wound that time can never heal . The rugged metal of the mine Must burn before its surface shine , But plunged within the furnace - flame , It bends and melts - though still the same ; Then temper'd to thy want , or will ...
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... feel ' tis rest . " Soon shall my fate that wish fulfil ; " And I shall sleep without the dream " Of what I was , and would be still , " Dark as to thee my deeds may seem : " My memory now is but the tomb " Of joys long dead ; my hope ...
... feel ' tis rest . " Soon shall my fate that wish fulfil ; " And I shall sleep without the dream " Of what I was , and would be still , " Dark as to thee my deeds may seem : " My memory now is but the tomb " Of joys long dead ; my hope ...
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Стр. 321 - 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. 318 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes Ran over with the glad surprise, And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery.
Стр. 321 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Стр. 307 - ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Стр. 309 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Стр. 315 - Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face. The infant love of all his race.
Стр. 93 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,' Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Стр. 315 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...