The works of lord Byron, Том 4 |
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... wilds , and deserts vast . In those far lands where he had wander'd lone , And as himself would have it seem - unknown : Yet these in vain his eye could scarcely scan , Nor glean experience from his fellow man ; But what he had beheld ...
... wilds , and deserts vast . In those far lands where he had wander'd lone , And as himself would have it seem - unknown : Yet these in vain his eye could scarcely scan , Nor glean experience from his fellow man ; But what he had beheld ...
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... wild , each slowly quivering limb Recalls its function , but his words are strung In terms that seem not of his native tongue ; Distinct but strange , enough they understand To deem them accents of another land , And such they were ...
... wild , each slowly quivering limb Recalls its function , but his words are strung In terms that seem not of his native tongue ; Distinct but strange , enough they understand To deem them accents of another land , And such they were ...
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... wild accents ; his the cry that broke Their slumber ? his the oppress'd o'erlabour'd heart That ceased to beat , the look that made them start ? Could he who thus had suffer'd , so forget , When such as saw that suffering shudder yet ...
... wild accents ; his the cry that broke Their slumber ? his the oppress'd o'erlabour'd heart That ceased to beat , the look that made them start ? Could he who thus had suffer'd , so forget , When such as saw that suffering shudder yet ...
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... wild reflection o'er his stormy life ; But haughty still , and loth himself to blame , He call'd on Nature's self to share the shame , And charged all faults upon the fleshly form She gave to clog the soul , and feast the worm ; Till he ...
... wild reflection o'er his stormy life ; But haughty still , and loth himself to blame , He call'd on Nature's self to share the shame , And charged all faults upon the fleshly form She gave to clog the soul , and feast the worm ; Till he ...
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... 99 " Whate'er I be , " Words wild as these , accusers like to thee " I list no further ; those with whom they weigh May hear the rest , nor venture to gainsay " The wondrous tale no doubt thy tongue can tell 22 CANTO I. LARA .
... 99 " Whate'er I be , " Words wild as these , accusers like to thee " I list no further ; those with whom they weigh May hear the rest , nor venture to gainsay " The wondrous tale no doubt thy tongue can tell 22 CANTO I. LARA .
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accents apostolic palace appear'd beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom bound breast breath brow call'd Cavalier Servente Charles XII cheek CHILLON cold dare dark dead death deep dread dream dungeon earth Ezzelin faint falchion fame fate fear feel fell felt fix'd forgot gather'd gazed Geneve Giorgione glance grave grew half hand hath head heard heart heaven Hetman hope horsetails hour Kaled knew Lara Lara's Laura less limbs lips look look'd Mazeppa Minotti mix'd ne'er never night nought numbers o'er once Otho Otho's Parisina pass'd past Pleiad PRISONER OF CHILLON renegado rest roll'd round scarce seem'd seen shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh sire smile soul sound spake steed stood tale tears thee thine things thou thought thousand Turcoman turn'd twas Venice voice wall waves Whate'er wild words wound youth
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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.