The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - Всего страниц: 212 |
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... : Where was the play of her soft lips fled ? Gone was the smile that enliven'd their red . The ocean's calm within their view , Beside her eye had less of blue ; But like that cold wave it stood still , And 2 BYRON .
... : Where was the play of her soft lips fled ? Gone was the smile that enliven'd their red . The ocean's calm within their view , Beside her eye had less of blue ; But like that cold wave it stood still , And 2 BYRON .
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... blue bottles you e'er saw , Teasing with blame , excruciating with praise , Gorging the little fame he gets all raw , Translating tongues he knows not even by letter , And sweating plays so middling , bad were better . One hates an ...
... blue bottles you e'er saw , Teasing with blame , excruciating with praise , Gorging the little fame he gets all raw , Translating tongues he knows not even by letter , And sweating plays so middling , bad were better . One hates an ...
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... blue eyes sunken in , And blood - drops sprinkled o'er his yellow hair Showed that his faintness came not from despair , But nature's ebb . Beside him was another , Rough as a bear , but willing as a brother , - Ben Bunting , who ...
... blue eyes sunken in , And blood - drops sprinkled o'er his yellow hair Showed that his faintness came not from despair , But nature's ebb . Beside him was another , Rough as a bear , but willing as a brother , - Ben Bunting , who ...
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... OF ADAH'S BEAUTY . Lucifer . What is that , Which being nearest to thine eyes is still More beautiful than beauteous things remote ? Cain . My sister Adah . All the stars of heaven , The deep blue noon of night , lit by an 20 BYRON .
... OF ADAH'S BEAUTY . Lucifer . What is that , Which being nearest to thine eyes is still More beautiful than beauteous things remote ? Cain . My sister Adah . All the stars of heaven , The deep blue noon of night , lit by an 20 BYRON .
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... blue noon of night , lit by an orb Which looks a spirit , or a spirit's world- The hues of twilight - the sun's gorgeous coming- His setting indescribable , which fills My eyes with pleasant tears as I behold Him sink , and feel my ...
... blue noon of night , lit by an orb Which looks a spirit , or a spirit's world- The hues of twilight - the sun's gorgeous coming- His setting indescribable , which fills My eyes with pleasant tears as I behold Him sink , and feel my ...
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Стр. 66 - 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...
Стр. 52 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Стр. 66 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Стр. 148 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Стр. 146 - 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, alone.
Стр. 66 - On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heraclcidan blood might own.
Стр. 117 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Стр. 63 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Стр. 150 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Стр. 164 - 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...