The poetical works of lord Byron. Repr. with notes, &c, Выпуск 35F. Warne, 1868 |
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... dare greatly ; ' and I have hazarded my reputation and feelings in publishing this volume . ' I have passed the Rubicon , ' and must stand or fall by the cast of the die . ' In the latter event , I shall submit without a murmur ; for ...
... dare greatly ; ' and I have hazarded my reputation and feelings in publishing this volume . ' I have passed the Rubicon , ' and must stand or fall by the cast of the die . ' In the latter event , I shall submit without a murmur ; for ...
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... dare say ' with ease - or the honour of a posthumous page in The Catalogue of Royal and Noble Authors , -a work to which the Peerage is under infinite obligations , inasmuch as many names of considerable length , sound , and antiquity ...
... dare say ' with ease - or the honour of a posthumous page in The Catalogue of Royal and Noble Authors , -a work to which the Peerage is under infinite obligations , inasmuch as many names of considerable length , sound , and antiquity ...
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... dare to tell ; Thy innocence and mine to save → I bid thee now a last farewell . Yes ! yield that breast , to seek despair , And hope no more thy soft embrace ; Which to obtain , my soul would dare All , all reproach - but thy disgrace ...
... dare to tell ; Thy innocence and mine to save → I bid thee now a last farewell . Yes ! yield that breast , to seek despair , And hope no more thy soft embrace ; Which to obtain , my soul would dare All , all reproach - but thy disgrace ...
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... dare to raise the sterner voice of truth , Ask thine own heart ; ' twill bid thee , boy , bear ; For well I know that virtue lingers there . One , though a courtier , lived a man of worth , And call'd , proud boast ! the British drama ...
... dare to raise the sterner voice of truth , Ask thine own heart ; ' twill bid thee , boy , bear ; For well I know that virtue lingers there . One , though a courtier , lived a man of worth , And call'd , proud boast ! the British drama ...
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... dare thine ardent gaze ? Tis said that Berenice's hair In stars adorns the vault of heaven ; But they would ne'er permit thee there , Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven . For did those eyes as planets roll , Thy sister - lights ...
... dare thine ardent gaze ? Tis said that Berenice's hair In stars adorns the vault of heaven ; But they would ne'er permit thee there , Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven . For did those eyes as planets roll , Thy sister - lights ...
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Стр. 144 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Стр. 172 - The armaments which thunderstrike 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. 173 - 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. 172 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Стр. 144 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Стр. 151 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Стр. 144 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Стр. 59 - She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Стр. 71 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted— ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between;— But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Стр. 156 - 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...