The Complete Poetical Works of Lord ByronHoughton Mifflin, 1905 - Всего страниц: 1055 |
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... fair child , ' we feel that we have come to the true Byron . The fourth canto , though published sep- arately , is in the same tone as the third . It was written at Venice between June of 1817 and January of 1818 , and was published ...
... fair child , ' we feel that we have come to the true Byron . The fourth canto , though published sep- arately , is in the same tone as the third . It was written at Venice between June of 1817 and January of 1818 , and was published ...
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... fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake the saintship of an anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets brimm'd with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left , to cross the ...
... fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake the saintship of an anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets brimm'd with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left , to cross the ...
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... fair Mount , when Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir ; Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess 650 sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love ...
... fair Mount , when Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir ; Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess 650 sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love ...
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... fair , Others along the safer turnpike fly ; Some Richmond - hill ascend , some scud to Ware , And many to the steep of Highgate hie . Ask ye , Boeotian shades , the reason why ? ' Tis to the worship of the solemn Horn , Grasp'd in the ...
... fair , Others along the safer turnpike fly ; Some Richmond - hill ascend , some scud to Ware , And many to the steep of Highgate hie . Ask ye , Boeotian shades , the reason why ? ' Tis to the worship of the solemn Horn , Grasp'd in the ...
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... fair , how young , how soft soe'er he seem Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings . LXXXIII Yet to the beauteous form he was not blind , Though now it moved him as it moves ...
... fair , how young , how soft soe'er he seem Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings . LXXXIII Yet to the beauteous form he was not blind , Though now it moved him as it moves ...
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Стр. 38 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Стр. 38 - 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. 81 - 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...
Стр. 38 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd 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!
Стр. 43 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Стр. 44 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round; The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine!
Стр. 311 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...
Стр. 55 - Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers: And such she was;— her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers.
Стр. 213 - OUR life is two-fold: Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Стр. 49 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence.