The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Last London Ed. Containing, Besides the Notes and Illustrations by Moore, Walter Scott, Campbell &c., Considerable Additions and Original Notes. To which is Prefixed a Life by Thomas MooreJ. Baer, 1846 |
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... verse generally encounter , but may incur the charge of presumption for obtruding myse.f on the world , when , without doubt , I might be , at my age , more usefully employed . These productions are the fruits of the lighter hours of a ...
... verse generally encounter , but may incur the charge of presumption for obtruding myse.f on the world , when , without doubt , I might be , at my age , more usefully employed . These productions are the fruits of the lighter hours of a ...
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... verse ; but it would be difficult for me to forget her - her dark eyes - her long eye - lashes - her completely Greek cast of face and figure ! I was then about twelve - she rather older , perhaps a year . She died about a year or two ...
... verse ; but it would be difficult for me to forget her - her dark eyes - her long eye - lashes - her completely Greek cast of face and figure ! I was then about twelve - she rather older , perhaps a year . She died about a year or two ...
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... verse , Shall sound his glories high in air : A dying father's bitter curse , A brother's death groan , echoes there . THE EPISODE OF NISUS AND EURYALUS . A PARAPHRASE FROM THE ÆNEID , LIB . IX . NISUS , the guardian of the portal ...
... verse , Shall sound his glories high in air : A dying father's bitter curse , A brother's death groan , echoes there . THE EPISODE OF NISUS AND EURYALUS . A PARAPHRASE FROM THE ÆNEID , LIB . IX . NISUS , the guardian of the portal ...
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... verse can claim , Wafted on Time's broad pinion , yours is fame ! Ages on ages shall your fate admire , No future day shall see your names expire , While stands the Capitol , immortal dome ! And vanquish'd millions hail their empress ...
... verse can claim , Wafted on Time's broad pinion , yours is fame ! Ages on ages shall your fate admire , No future day shall see your names expire , While stands the Capitol , immortal dome ! And vanquish'd millions hail their empress ...
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... verse on which the critic wrote : Vain as their honours , heavy as their ale , Sad as their wit , and tedious as their tale ; To friendship dead , though not untaught to feel When Self and Church demand a bigot zeal . With eager haste ...
... verse on which the critic wrote : Vain as their honours , heavy as their ale , Sad as their wit , and tedious as their tale ; To friendship dead , though not untaught to feel When Self and Church demand a bigot zeal . With eager haste ...
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Стр. 283 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Стр. 126 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Стр. 126 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Стр. 162 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ! Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Стр. 135 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, —'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Стр. 162 - 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...
Стр. 162 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Стр. 163 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Стр. 158 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low- — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Стр. 126 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!