The works of lord Byron, Том 4 |
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... that would compel The soul to hate for having loved too well . XVIII . There was in him a vital scorn of all : As if the worst had fall'n which could befall , He stood a stranger in this breathing world , An 16 CANTO I. LARA .
... that would compel The soul to hate for having loved too well . XVIII . There was in him a vital scorn of all : As if the worst had fall'n which could befall , He stood a stranger in this breathing world , An 16 CANTO I. LARA .
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... , while yet thy gladden'd eye may see ; A morrow comes when they are not for thee : And grieve what may above thy senseless bier , Nor earth nor sky will yield a single tear ; Nor cloud shall gather more , nor leaf shall fall.
... , while yet thy gladden'd eye may see ; A morrow comes when they are not for thee : And grieve what may above thy senseless bier , Nor earth nor sky will yield a single tear ; Nor cloud shall gather more , nor leaf shall fall.
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... fall , Nor gale breathe forth one sigh for thee , for all ; But creeping things shall revel in their spoil , And fit thy clay to fertilize the soil . II . ' Tis morn - ' tis noon - assembled in the hall , The gather'd chieftains come to ...
... fall , Nor gale breathe forth one sigh for thee , for all ; But creeping things shall revel in their spoil , And fit thy clay to fertilize the soil . II . ' Tis morn - ' tis noon - assembled in the hall , The gather'd chieftains come to ...
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... fall nor struggle hath defaced the grass , Which still retains a mark where murder was ; Nor dabbling fingers left to tell the tale , The bitter print of each convulsive nail , When agonised hands that cease to guard , Wound in that ...
... fall nor struggle hath defaced the grass , Which still retains a mark where murder was ; Nor dabbling fingers left to tell the tale , The bitter print of each convulsive nail , When agonised hands that cease to guard , Wound in that ...
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... fall . The sullen calm that long his bosom kept , The storm that once had spent itself and slept , Roused by events that seem'd foredoom'd to urge His gloomy fortunes to their utmost verge , Burst forth , and made him all he once had ...
... fall . The sullen calm that long his bosom kept , The storm that once had spent itself and slept , Roused by events that seem'd foredoom'd to urge His gloomy fortunes to their utmost verge , Burst forth , and made him all he once had ...
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Стр. 161 - To him, with eyes as blue as heaven— For him my soul was sorely moved ; And truly might it be...
Стр. 157 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Стр. 123 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, ' Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Стр. 171 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Стр. 165 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind...
Стр. 155 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar; for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! — May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Стр. 231 - ... ayant été découverte, le mari le fit lier tout nu sur un cheval farouche, et le laissa aller en cet état. Le cheval, qui était du pays de l'Ukraine, y retourna, et y porta Mazeppa demi-mort de fatigue et de faim. Quelques paysans le secoururent : il resta longtemps parmi eux, et se signala dans plusieurs courses contre les Tartares.
Стр. 166 - In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less...
Стр. 16 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped ; But 'scaped in vain, for in their memory yet His mind would half exult and half regret...
Стр. 201 - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.