The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: With ... Notes and a Life of the Author, Том 1Johnson, Wilson and Company, 1867 |
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... thee in truth or fancy seem'd : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd- To such as see thee not my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ? Ah ...
... thee in truth or fancy seem'd : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd- To such as see thee not my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ? Ah ...
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... thee ! whose glorious name Who knows not , knows not man's divinest lore : And now I view thee , ' tis , alas ! with shame That I in feeblest accents must adore . When I recount thy worshippers of yore I tremble , and can only bend the ...
... thee ! whose glorious name Who knows not , knows not man's divinest lore : And now I view thee , ' tis , alas ! with shame That I in feeblest accents must adore . When I recount thy worshippers of yore I tremble , and can only bend the ...
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... thee for a time whate'er thou didst assert . used on returning to Paris after the Russian winter had destroyed There was a day when they were young and James. CANTO III . 33 XXXIII . Even as a broken mirror , which the glass In every ...
... thee for a time whate'er thou didst assert . used on returning to Paris after the Russian winter had destroyed There was a day when they were young and James. CANTO III . 33 XXXIII . Even as a broken mirror , which the glass In every ...
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... thee not , -I hear thee not , —but none Can be so wrapp'd in thee ; thou art the friend To whom the shadows of far years extend : Albeit my brow thou never shouldst behold , My voice shall with thy future visions blend , And reach into ...
... thee not , -I hear thee not , —but none Can be so wrapp'd in thee ; thou art the friend To whom the shadows of far years extend : Albeit my brow thou never shouldst behold , My voice shall with thy future visions blend , And reach into ...
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... thee thy own vanquish'd Lord of War : And gazing in thy face as toward a star , Laid on thy lap , his eyes to thee upturn , Feeding on thy sweet cheek ! while thy lips are With lava kisses melting while they burn , [ urn ! Shower'd on ...
... thee thy own vanquish'd Lord of War : And gazing in thy face as toward a star , Laid on thy lap , his eyes to thee upturn , Feeding on thy sweet cheek ! while thy lips are With lava kisses melting while they burn , [ urn ! Shower'd on ...
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Adah Aholibamah Anah art thou Assyria aught bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cain Calmar chief CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE dare dark dead death deeds deep Doge dost doth dread dream earth eternal fame fate father fear feel gaze Giaour grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour Iden Irad Japh leave Lioni live look look'd lord Lucifer Marino Faliero Michel Steno mortal Myrrha ne'er never night noble o'er once palace PANIA pass'd SARDANAPALUS satraps scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit stars Stral strange sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd twas Twill Ulric unto Venice voice walls wave Whate'er words wouldst youth
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Стр. 32 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Стр. 44 - 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...
Стр. 62 - 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. 32 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Стр. 31 - 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. 77 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Стр. 62 - 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. 32 - Battle's magnificently-stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse, — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent ! XXIX.
Стр. 46 - The Moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all...
Стр. 62 - 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...