The poetical works of lord Byron. Repr. with notes, &c, Выпуск 35F. Warne, 1868 |
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... hours of a young man who has lately completed his nine- teenth year . As they bear the internal evidence of a boyish mind , this is perhaps unnecessary ... hour , urged me B ' to this sin ' little can be expected from HOURS OF IDLENESS.
... hours of a young man who has lately completed his nine- teenth year . As they bear the internal evidence of a boyish mind , this is perhaps unnecessary ... hour , urged me B ' to this sin ' little can be expected from HOURS OF IDLENESS.
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... hours beguiled , The Nymphs and Tritons danced around , Nor yet thy doom was fix'd , nor Jove relentless frown'd . TO EMMA . SINCE now the hour is come at last , When you must quit your anxious lover Since now our dream of bliss is past ...
... hours beguiled , The Nymphs and Tritons danced around , Nor yet thy doom was fix'd , nor Jove relentless frown'd . TO EMMA . SINCE now the hour is come at last , When you must quit your anxious lover Since now our dream of bliss is past ...
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... hour draws nigh , a few brief days will close , To me , this little scene of joys and woes ; Each knell of Time now warns me to resign Shades where Hope , Peace , and Friendship all were mine : Yes ! I have mark'd thee many a passing ...
... hour draws nigh , a few brief days will close , To me , this little scene of joys and woes ; Each knell of Time now warns me to resign Shades where Hope , Peace , and Friendship all were mine : Yes ! I have mark'd thee many a passing ...
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... hour The ball obey'd some hell - born guide ; But Heaven , with interposing power , In pity turn'd the death aside . Yet , as perchance one trembling tear Upon that thrilling bosom fell ; Which I , th ' unconscious cause of fear ...
... hour The ball obey'd some hell - born guide ; But Heaven , with interposing power , In pity turn'd the death aside . Yet , as perchance one trembling tear Upon that thrilling bosom fell ; Which I , th ' unconscious cause of fear ...
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... hour ; To him , with suppliant smiles , they bend the head , While distant mitres to their eyes are spread . But should a storm o'erwhelm him with disgrace , They'd fly to seek the next who fill'd his place . Such are the men who ...
... hour ; To him , with suppliant smiles , they bend the head , While distant mitres to their eyes are spread . But should a storm o'erwhelm him with disgrace , They'd fly to seek the next who fill'd his place . Such are the men who ...
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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...