PoemsG. Routledge and Sons, 1866 - Всего страниц: 719 |
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Стр. xii
... father and mother , was of high rank . He is said to be descended from one of the Norman ad- venturers who came over with William ; some ancestors dis- tinguished themselves in the Crusades , others in the Wars of the Roses . Sir John ...
... father and mother , was of high rank . He is said to be descended from one of the Norman ad- venturers who came over with William ; some ancestors dis- tinguished themselves in the Crusades , others in the Wars of the Roses . Sir John ...
Стр. xvii
... father had been a Chatham to give an impetus to his genius ? The nature of his early readings , he says , however , made him a poet , and his position gave a colouring to his writings . Before he left Cambridge , he had composed many ...
... father had been a Chatham to give an impetus to his genius ? The nature of his early readings , he says , however , made him a poet , and his position gave a colouring to his writings . Before he left Cambridge , he had composed many ...
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... father and brother were forced to leave Ravenna . Byron was induced te follow them very unwillingly . Before ... father's portrait for XXX LIFE OF BYRON .
... father and brother were forced to leave Ravenna . Byron was induced te follow them very unwillingly . Before ... father's portrait for XXX LIFE OF BYRON .
Стр. xxxi
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. not to be allowed to see her father's portrait for many years — we are brought to the conviction that there was more petty spite than dignified anger on both sides . But now a fresh and a concluding ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. not to be allowed to see her father's portrait for many years — we are brought to the conviction that there was more petty spite than dignified anger on both sides . But now a fresh and a concluding ...
Стр. xxxvi
... self deplores thy youthful doom . What though thy sire lament his failing line , 4. father's sorrows cannot equal mine ! Through thy battlements , Newstead , the hollow winds whistle BYRON'S POEMS . To D" In thee I fondly hoped.
... self deplores thy youthful doom . What though thy sire lament his failing line , 4. father's sorrows cannot equal mine ! Through thy battlements , Newstead , the hollow winds whistle BYRON'S POEMS . To D" In thee I fondly hoped.
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Стр. 556 - 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; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Стр. 534 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Стр. 556 - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet— But hark!— that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than> before! Arm! Arm! it is— it is— the cannon's opening roar!
Стр. 302 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. 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.
Стр. 674 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave— Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Стр. 350 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Стр. 354 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all...
Стр. 558 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Стр. 350 - Less wretched now, and one day free ; He, too, who yet had held untired A spirit natural or inspired — He, too, was struck, and day by day, Was wither'd on the stalk away.
Стр. 549 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth...