The works of lord Byron, Том 1 |
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... " Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes- " To which Life nothing darker nor brighter can bring , " For which joy hath no balm - and affliction no sting . " B VOL . II . Moore . ΤΟ SAMUEL ROGERS , ESQ . AS A SLIGHT BUT THE GIAOUR.
... " Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes- " To which Life nothing darker nor brighter can bring , " For which joy hath no balm - and affliction no sting . " B VOL . II . Moore . ΤΟ SAMUEL ROGERS , ESQ . AS A SLIGHT BUT THE GIAOUR.
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... o'er the deep ; He winds around ; he hurries by ; The rock relieves him from mine eye ; For well I ween unwelcome he Whose glance is fix'd on those that flee ; And not a star but shines too bright On him who takes such timeless flight ...
... o'er the deep ; He winds around ; he hurries by ; The rock relieves him from mine eye ; For well I ween unwelcome he Whose glance is fix'd on those that flee ; And not a star but shines too bright On him who takes such timeless flight ...
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... o'er the cliff , First greets the homeward - veering skiff , High o'er the land he saved in vain : When shall such hero live again ? * Fair clime ! where every season smiles Benignant o'er those blessed isles , Which seen from far ...
... o'er the cliff , First greets the homeward - veering skiff , High o'er the land he saved in vain : When shall such hero live again ? * Fair clime ! where every season smiles Benignant o'er those blessed isles , Which seen from far ...
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... o'er crag or vale , Sultana of the Nightingale , ( 2 ) The maid for whom his melody , His thousand songs are heard on high , Blooms blushing to her lover's tale : His queen , the garden queen , his Rose , Unbent by winds , unchill'd by ...
... o'er crag or vale , Sultana of the Nightingale , ( 2 ) The maid for whom his melody , His thousand songs are heard on high , Blooms blushing to her lover's tale : His queen , the garden queen , his Rose , Unbent by winds , unchill'd by ...
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... o'er each flower That tasks not one laborious hour ; Nor claims the culture of his hand To bloom along the fairy land , But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him -- but to spare ! Strange that where all is peace beside ...
... o'er each flower That tasks not one laborious hour ; Nor claims the culture of his hand To bloom along the fairy land , But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him -- but to spare ! Strange that where all is peace beside ...
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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...