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DUARDIRKAN Thus spake the pilgrims o ' er this mighly wall In Saxon times ,
which we are wont to call Ancient ; and these three mortal things are still On their
foundations , and unaltered all , Rome and her Ruin past Redemption ' s skill ,
The ...
DUARDIRKAN Thus spake the pilgrims o ' er this mighly wall In Saxon times ,
which we are wont to call Ancient ; and these three mortal things are still On their
foundations , and unaltered all , Rome and her Ruin past Redemption ' s skill ,
The ...
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Petrarch ' s fountain , for here every thing is Petrarch ' s , springs and expands
itself beneath an artificial arch , a little below the church , and abounds plentifully
, in the driest season , with that soft water which was the ancient wealth of the ...
Petrarch ' s fountain , for here every thing is Petrarch ' s , springs and expands
itself beneath an artificial arch , a little below the church , and abounds plentifully
, in the driest season , with that soft water which was the ancient wealth of the ...
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And thou , the thunder - stricken nurse of Rome ! Ancient Rome , like modern
Sienna , abounded most probably with images of the foster - mother of her
founder ; but there were two she - wolves of whom history makes particular
mention .
And thou , the thunder - stricken nurse of Rome ! Ancient Rome , like modern
Sienna , abounded most probably with images of the foster - mother of her
founder ; but there were two she - wolves of whom history makes particular
mention .
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of the ancient group . It is known that the sacred images of the Capitol were not
destroyed when injured by time or accident , but were put into certain
underground depositaries called favissce . * It may be thought possible that the
wolf had ...
of the ancient group . It is known that the sacred images of the Capitol were not
destroyed when injured by time or accident , but were put into certain
underground depositaries called favissce . * It may be thought possible that the
wolf had ...
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at The Ficus Ruminalis by the Comitium , is only talking of ils ancient position as
recorded by Pliny ; and even if he had been remarking where it was found ,
would not have alluded to the church of Saint Theodore , but to a very different
place ...
at The Ficus Ruminalis by the Comitium , is only talking of ils ancient position as
recorded by Pliny ; and even if he had been remarking where it was found ,
would not have alluded to the church of Saint Theodore , but to a very different
place ...
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The Works of Lord Byron: With an Introduction and Bibliography George Gordon Byron Ограниченный просмотр - 1994 |
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Стр. 76 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Стр. 75 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Стр. 7 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Стр. 60 - He heard it, but he heeded not— his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Стр. 7 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Стр. 33 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss. And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set...
Стр. 8 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...
Стр. 75 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals ; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make « Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Стр. 36 - Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye!
Стр. 60 - He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood, — Shall he expire, And unavenged ? — Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire ! CXLII.
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| Название | The works, of ... lord Byron, Том 7 The works, of ... lord Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Автор | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Опубликована: | 1819 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Оксфордский университет |
| Оцифровано | 20 июн 2007 |
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