With Byron in Italy: Being a Selection of the Poems and Letter of Lord Byron which Have to Do with His Life in Italy from 1816 to 1823A. C. McClurg & Company, 1906 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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... Italy from 1816 to 1823 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Anna Benneson McMahan. ARTES 1837 SCIENTIA LIBRARY VERITAS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN PLURIOUS UNORT TUEBOR SI - QUÆRIS - PENINSULAM - AMENAM CIRCUMSPICE 838 B976 M17 With Byron ...
... Italy from 1816 to 1823 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Anna Benneson McMahan. ARTES 1837 SCIENTIA LIBRARY VERITAS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN PLURIOUS UNORT TUEBOR SI - QUÆRIS - PENINSULAM - AMENAM CIRCUMSPICE 838 B976 M17 With Byron ...
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Being a Selection of the Poems and Letter of Lord Byron which Have to Do with His Life in Italy from 1816 to 1823 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Anna Benneson McMahan. 838 B976 M17 With Byron in Italy Uniform with this volume EDITED BY.
Being a Selection of the Poems and Letter of Lord Byron which Have to Do with His Life in Italy from 1816 to 1823 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Anna Benneson McMahan. 838 B976 M17 With Byron in Italy Uniform with this volume EDITED BY.
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... Italy from 1816 to 1823 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Anna Benneson McMahan. Being a Selection of the Poems and Letters of LORD BYRON Which have to do with his Life in Italy from 1816 to 1823 Selected and Arranged by ANNA BENNESON ...
... Italy from 1816 to 1823 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Anna Benneson McMahan. Being a Selection of the Poems and Letters of LORD BYRON Which have to do with his Life in Italy from 1816 to 1823 Selected and Arranged by ANNA BENNESON ...
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... Italy from 1816 to 1823 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Anna Benneson McMahan. COPYRIGHT A. C. MCCLURG & Co. 1906 All rights reserved Published September 29 , 1906 About two - thirds of the illustrations of this volume are from the ...
... Italy from 1816 to 1823 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Anna Benneson McMahan. COPYRIGHT A. C. MCCLURG & Co. 1906 All rights reserved Published September 29 , 1906 About two - thirds of the illustrations of this volume are from the ...
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... Italy from 1816 to 1823 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Anna Benneson McMahan. Mount Soracte , near Rome Column of Phocas ( so called ) in Roman Forum . Capitoline Hill , Rome . PAGE 86 88 90 Grotto of Egeria , near Rome . · Tarpeian ...
... Italy from 1816 to 1823 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Anna Benneson McMahan. Mount Soracte , near Rome Column of Phocas ( so called ) in Roman Forum . Capitoline Hill , Rome . PAGE 86 88 90 Grotto of Egeria , near Rome . · Tarpeian ...
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Стр. 81 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, 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! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within...
Стр. 92 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Стр. 60 - 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...
Стр. 285 - 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...
Стр. 284 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse : Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Стр. 100 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone, with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.
Стр. 286 - 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. 95 - But here, where Murder breathed her bloody steam; And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways, And...
Стр. 83 - Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind; Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind; Thy tree hath lost its blossoms, and the rind, Chopp'd by the axe, looks rough and little worth, But the sap lasts, — and still the seed we find Sown deep, even in the bosom of the North; So shall a better spring less bitter fruit bring forth.
Стр. 100 - Enter : its grandeur overwhelms thee not ; And why? It is not lessen'd ; but thy mind, Expanded by the genius of the spot, Has grown colossal, and can only find A fit abode wherein appear enshrined Thy hopes of immortality ; and thou Shalt one day, if found worthy, so defined, See thy God face to face, as thou dost now His Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow.