The poetical works of lord Byron, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1859 - Всего страниц: 576 |
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... tears have bathed thy honour'd bier ! What sighs re - echo'd to thy parting breath , Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of death ! Could tears retard the tyrant in his course ; Could sighs avert his dart's relentless force ; Could ...
... tears have bathed thy honour'd bier ! What sighs re - echo'd to thy parting breath , Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of death ! Could tears retard the tyrant in his course ; Could sighs avert his dart's relentless force ; Could ...
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... tears will cease to flow , Time will assuage an infant brother's woe ; To all , save one , is consolation known , While solitary friendship sighs alone . 1803 . A FRAGMENT . WHEN , to their airy hall , my fathers ' voice Shall call my ...
... tears will cease to flow , Time will assuage an infant brother's woe ; To all , save one , is consolation known , While solitary friendship sighs alone . 1803 . A FRAGMENT . WHEN , to their airy hall , my fathers ' voice Shall call my ...
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... tears of your country redress ye ; How you fought , how you died , still her annals can tell . On Marston , with ... tear dim his eye at this sad separation , ' Tis nature , not fear , that excites his regret ; Far distant he goes , with ...
... tears of your country redress ye ; How you fought , how you died , still her annals can tell . On Marston , with ... tear dim his eye at this sad separation , ' Tis nature , not fear , that excites his regret ; Far distant he goes , with ...
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... tears me far from one so dear , Departing for a distant shore . Well ! we have pass'd some happy hours , And joy will mingle with our tears ; When thinking on these ancient towers , The shelter of our infant years ; Where from this ...
... tears me far from one so dear , Departing for a distant shore . Well ! we have pass'd some happy hours , And joy will mingle with our tears ; When thinking on these ancient towers , The shelter of our infant years ; Where from this ...
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... tears our cheeks bedew , This is of love the final close , Oh , ! the fondest , last adieu TO M. S. G. WHENE'ER I ... tear . I ne'er have told my love , yet thou Hast seen my ardent flame too well ; And shall I plead my passion now , To ...
... tears our cheeks bedew , This is of love the final close , Oh , ! the fondest , last adieu TO M. S. G. WHENE'ER I ... tear . I ne'er have told my love , yet thou Hast seen my ardent flame too well ; And shall I plead my passion now , To ...
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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.