The works of lord Byron, Том 1 |
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... tears . If won , to equal ills betray'd , Woe waits the insect and the maid ; A life of pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play , and man's caprice : The lovely toy so fiercely sought Hath lost its charm by being caught , For ...
... tears . If won , to equal ills betray'd , Woe waits the insect and the maid ; A life of pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play , and man's caprice : The lovely toy so fiercely sought Hath lost its charm by being caught , For ...
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... tear can claim Except an erring sister's shame . * * * The Mind , that broods o'er guilty woes , Is like the Scorpion girt by fire , In circle narrowing as it glows , The flames around their captive close , Till inly search'd by ...
... tear can claim Except an erring sister's shame . * * * The Mind , that broods o'er guilty woes , Is like the Scorpion girt by fire , In circle narrowing as it glows , The flames around their captive close , Till inly search'd by ...
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... tear The tresses of her yellow hair , Of which in life a lock when shorn Affection's fondest pledge was worn ; But now is borne away by thee , Memorial of thine agony ! Wet with thine own best blood shall drip ( 38 ) Thy gnashing tooth ...
... tear The tresses of her yellow hair , Of which in life a lock when shorn Affection's fondest pledge was worn ; But now is borne away by thee , Memorial of thine agony ! Wet with thine own best blood shall drip ( 38 ) Thy gnashing tooth ...
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... tear one terror from the grave , " And will not soothe , and can not save . * * * * * " The cold in clime are cold in blood , " Their love can scarce deserve the name ; " But mine was like the lava flood " That boils in Ætna's breast of ...
... tear one terror from the grave , " And will not soothe , and can not save . * * * * * " The cold in clime are cold in blood , " Their love can scarce deserve the name ; " But mine was like the lava flood " That boils in Ætna's breast of ...
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... tear " May better grace a brother's bier ? “ But bear this ring , his own of old , " And tell him - what thou dost behold ! " The wither'd frame , the ruin'd mind , “ The wrack by passion left behind , " A shrivell'd scroll , a scatter ...
... tear " May better grace a brother's bier ? “ But bear this ring , his own of old , " And tell him - what thou dost behold ! " The wither'd frame , the ruin'd mind , “ The wrack by passion left behind , " A shrivell'd scroll , a scatter ...
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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...