Lord Byron's Works ...F. Louis, 1821 |
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... stood ? When all were changing thou alone wert true , First to be free and last to be subdued : And if amidst a scene , a shock so rude , Some native blood was seen thy streets to die ; A traitor only fell beneath the feud : Here all ...
... stood ? When all were changing thou alone wert true , First to be free and last to be subdued : And if amidst a scene , a shock so rude , Some native blood was seen thy streets to die ; A traitor only fell beneath the feud : Here all ...
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... stood aloof- In aught that tries the heart how few withstand the proof ! LXVII . It chanced that adverse winds once drove his bark , Full on the coast of Sulis ' shaggy shore , When all around was desolate and dark ; To land was ...
... stood aloof- In aught that tries the heart how few withstand the proof ! LXVII . It chanced that adverse winds once drove his bark , Full on the coast of Sulis ' shaggy shore , When all around was desolate and dark ; To land was ...
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... ; Each Palikar his sabre from him cast , And bounding hand in hand , man linked to man , Yelling their uncouth dirge , long daunced the kirtled clan . LXXII . Childe Harold at a little distance stood , 66 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
... ; Each Palikar his sabre from him cast , And bounding hand in hand , man linked to man , Yelling their uncouth dirge , long daunced the kirtled clan . LXXII . Childe Harold at a little distance stood , 66 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. LXXII . Childe Harold at a little distance stood , And viewed , but not displeased , the revelrie , Nor hated harmless mirth however rude : In sooth , it was no vulgar sight to see Their barbarous , yet ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. LXXII . Childe Harold at a little distance stood , And viewed , but not displeased , the revelrie , Nor hated harmless mirth however rude : In sooth , it was no vulgar sight to see Their barbarous , yet ...
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... stood beneath the fresh green tree , Which living waves where thou didst cease to live , And saw around me the wild field revive With fruits and fertile promise , and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive , With all her ...
... stood beneath the fresh green tree , Which living waves where thou didst cease to live , And saw around me the wild field revive With fruits and fertile promise , and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive , With all her ...
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ABBOT OF SAINT Albania Alhama art thou ASTARTE beauty behold beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow Cavalier Servente CHAMOIS HUNTER charm Childe Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clouds cold courser dare dark dead death deemed deep dost doth dread dream dust dwell earth eyes fair fame fear feel gaze Giaour glory glow grave Greece hand hast hath heart heaven hope hour hues Idlesse immortal land light limbs live lone look MANFRED Mazeppa mighty mind mingling mortal mountains ne'er never night nought o'er once pang pass Pindus rock round SAINT MAURICE scarce scene shine shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent skies smile song soul spirit star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thousand throne tomb twas Venice voice walls wandering waves wild wind youth
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Стр. 179 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Стр. 225 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Стр. 218 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Стр. 120 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Стр. 167 - 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. 181 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless...
Стр. 88 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
Стр. 105 - When elements to elements conform. And dust is as it should be, shall I not Feel all I see, less dazzling, but more warm ? The bodiless thought?
Стр. 128 - Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other climes' fertility ; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
Стр. 99 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old, — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.