The poetical works of lord Byron, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1859 - Всего страниц: 576 |
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... ne'er submission to my God refuse . Yet is remembrance of those virtues dear . Yet fresh the memory of that beauteous face ; Still they call forth my warm affection's tear , Still in my heart retain their wonted place . 1802 . * The ...
... ne'er submission to my God refuse . Yet is remembrance of those virtues dear . Yet fresh the memory of that beauteous face ; Still they call forth my warm affection's tear , Still in my heart retain their wonted place . 1802 . * The ...
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... ne'er can forget . That fame , and that memory , still will he cherish ; He vows that he ne'er will disgrace your renown : Like you will he live , or like you will he perish : When decay'd , may he mingle his dust with your own ! 1803 ...
... ne'er can forget . That fame , and that memory , still will he cherish ; He vows that he ne'er will disgrace your renown : Like you will he live , or like you will he perish : When decay'd , may he mingle his dust with your own ! 1803 ...
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... Ne'er may my soul thy power disown , Thy dread behests ne'er disobey . Oft shall the sacred victim fall In sea - girt Ocean's mossy hall ; My voice shall raise no impious strain ' Gainst him who rules the sky and azure main . How ...
... Ne'er may my soul thy power disown , Thy dread behests ne'er disobey . Oft shall the sacred victim fall In sea - girt Ocean's mossy hall ; My voice shall raise no impious strain ' Gainst him who rules the sky and azure main . How ...
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... ne'er have told my love , yet thou Hast seen my ardent flame too well ; And shall I plead my passion now , To make thy bosom's heaven a hell ? No ! for thou never canst be mine , United by the priest's decree : By any ties but those ...
... ne'er have told my love , yet thou Hast seen my ardent flame too well ; And shall I plead my passion now , To make thy bosom's heaven a hell ? No ! for thou never canst be mine , United by the priest's decree : By any ties but those ...
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... er my features , Tho ' I ne'er shall presume to arraign the decree Which God has proclaim'd as the fate of his creatures , In the death which one day will deprive you of me . Mistake not , sweet sceptic , the cause of emotion , No doubt ...
... er my features , Tho ' I ne'er shall presume to arraign the decree Which God has proclaim'd as the fate of his creatures , In the death which one day will deprive you of me . Mistake not , sweet sceptic , the cause of emotion , No doubt ...
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Стр. 388 - 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...
Стр. 447 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Стр. 491 - 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 ? You have the letters Cadmus gave — Think ye he meant them for a slave ? Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
Стр. 490 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Стр. 491 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! We will not think of themes like these ! It made Anacreon's song divine: He served — but served Polycrates : A tyrant; but our masters then Were still, at least, our countrymen.
Стр. 463 - THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lull'd winds seem dreaming, And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep...
Стр. 284 - I have done with this new day, Which now is painful to these eyes, Which have not seen the sun so rise For years — I cannot count them o'er, I lost their long and heavy score When my last brother droop'd and died. And I lay living by his side. They chain'd us each to a column stone, And we were three — yet, each alone : We could not move a single pace, We could not see each other's face. But with that pale and livid light That made us strangers in our sight...
Стр. 397 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine...
Стр. 404 - 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. 283 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.