The Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One VolumeH.L. Broenner, 1826 - Всего страниц: 776 |
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... blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fix'd , and now anon Flashing afar , —and at his iron feet Destruction cowers ...
... blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fix'd , and now anon Flashing afar , —and at his iron feet Destruction cowers ...
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... blood's un- bleaching stain , Long mark the battle - field with hideous awe : Thus only may our sons conceive the scenes we saw ! Nor yet , alas ! the dreadful work is done , Fresh legions pour adown the Pyrenees ; It deepens still ...
... blood's un- bleaching stain , Long mark the battle - field with hideous awe : Thus only may our sons conceive the scenes we saw ! Nor yet , alas ! the dreadful work is done , Fresh legions pour adown the Pyrenees ; It deepens still ...
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... Blood follows blood , and , through their mortal span , In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood began . ' Mid many things most new to ear and eye The pilgrim rested here his weary feet , And gazed around on Moslem luxury , Till ...
... Blood follows blood , and , through their mortal span , In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood began . ' Mid many things most new to ear and eye The pilgrim rested here his weary feet , And gazed around on Moslem luxury , Till ...
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... blood - red shall be red- der , before The sabre is sheathed and the battle is o'er . Then the pirates of Parga that dwell by the waves , And teach the pale Franks what it is to be slaves , Shall leave on the beach the long galley and ...
... blood - red shall be red- der , before The sabre is sheathed and the battle is o'er . Then the pirates of Parga that dwell by the waves , And teach the pale Franks what it is to be slaves , Shall leave on the beach the long galley and ...
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... blood , and drink the tears of thy distress ; Then might'st thou more appal ; or , less desired , Be homely and be peaceful , undeplored For thy destructive charms ; then , still untired , Would not be seen the armed torrents pour'd ...
... blood , and drink the tears of thy distress ; Then might'st thou more appal ; or , less desired , Be homely and be peaceful , undeplored For thy destructive charms ; then , still untired , Would not be seen the armed torrents pour'd ...
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Стр. 583 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Стр. 584 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Стр. 33 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Стр. 26 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd 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!
Стр. 56 - Dark-heaving, boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Стр. 55 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Стр. 26 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Стр. 33 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Стр. 55 - 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.
Стр. 38 - 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...