The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Том 11 |
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... look within ; and yet I live , and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men . But grief should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of ...
... look within ; and yet I live , and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men . But grief should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of ...
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... Look not upon me thus reproachfully- Ye were not meant for me Earth ! take these atoms ! [ AS MANFRED is in act to spring from the cliff , the CHAMOIS HUNTER seizes and retains him with a sudden grasp . C. Hun . Hold , madman ! — though ...
... Look not upon me thus reproachfully- Ye were not meant for me Earth ! take these atoms ! [ AS MANFRED is in act to spring from the cliff , the CHAMOIS HUNTER seizes and retains him with a sudden grasp . C. Hun . Hold , madman ! — though ...
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... ? Man . It imports not : I do know My route full well , and need no further guidance . C. Hun . Thy garb and gait bespeak thee of high lineage- One of the many chiefs , whose castled crags Look ACT II . SCENE 1 . 25 MANFRED .
... ? Man . It imports not : I do know My route full well , and need no further guidance . C. Hun . Thy garb and gait bespeak thee of high lineage- One of the many chiefs , whose castled crags Look ACT II . SCENE 1 . 25 MANFRED .
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... Look o'er the lower valleys - which of these May call thee lord ? I only know their portals ; My way of life leads me but rarely down To bask by the huge hearths of those old halls , Carousing with the vassals ; but the paths , Which ...
... Look o'er the lower valleys - which of these May call thee lord ? I only know their portals ; My way of life leads me but rarely down To bask by the huge hearths of those old halls , Carousing with the vassals ; but the paths , Which ...
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... Look on me - I live . C. Hun . This is convulsion , and no healthful life . Man . I tell thee , man ! I have lived many years , Many long years , but they are nothing now To those which I must number : ages - ages- Space and eternity ...
... Look on me - I live . C. Hun . This is convulsion , and no healthful life . Man . I tell thee , man ! I have lived many years , Many long years , but they are nothing now To those which I must number : ages - ages- Space and eternity ...
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Стр. 35 - She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe : nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears — which I had not ; And tenderness — but that I had for her ; Humility — and that I never had. Her faults were mine — her virtues were her own — I loved her, and destroy'd her ! Witch.
Стр. 29 - It is not noon— the Sunbow's rays still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Стр. 66 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Стр. 21 - Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mixed essence, make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will, Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Стр. 23 - Ye toppling crags of ice ! Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me ! I hear ye momently above, beneath, • Crash with a frequent conflict ; but ye pass, And only fall on things that still would live ; On the young flourishing forest, or the hut And hamlet of the harmless villager.
Стр. 59 - This should have been a noble creature: he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled; as it is, It is an awful chaos— Light and Darkness— And mind and dust— and passions and pure thoughts Mixed, and contending without end or order,— All dormant or destructive.
Стр. 60 - Themselves in orisons ! Thou material God ! And representative of the Unknown — Who chose thee for his shadow ! Thou chief star ! Centre of many stars ! which mak'st our earth Endurable, and temperest the hues And hearts of all who walk within thy rays...
Стр. 12 - The Glacier's cold and restless mass Moves onward day by day ; But I am he who bids it pass, Or with its ice delay.
Стр. 70 - Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt me; I have not been thy dupe nor am thy prey, But was my own destroyer, and will be My own hereafter. — Back, ye baffled fiends ! The hand of death is on me — but not yours ! [The Demons disappear.
Стр. 54 - Old man ! there is no power in holy men, Nor charm in prayer, nor purifying form Of penitence, nor outward look, nor fast, Nor agony — nor, greater than all these, The innate tortures of that deep despair. Which is remorse without the fear of hell, But all in all sufficient to itself Would make a hell of heaven — can exorcise From out the...