The Works of Lord Byron: In Verse and Prose. Including His Letters, Journals, Etc., with a Sketch of His LifeSilas Andrus & son, 1853 - Всего страниц: 946 |
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... dear to him An occasional prologue , delivered previous to the performance of " The Wheel of Fortune " at a private theatre On the death of Mr. Fox THE CURSE OF MINERVA THE WALTZ . To the publisher 386 AGE OF BRONZE 386 THE VISION OF ...
... dear to him An occasional prologue , delivered previous to the performance of " The Wheel of Fortune " at a private theatre On the death of Mr. Fox THE CURSE OF MINERVA THE WALTZ . To the publisher 386 AGE OF BRONZE 386 THE VISION OF ...
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... dear Miss Pigot , and am very " Oh ! for the pen of Ariosto to rehearse , in epic , the much obliged to you for the trouble you have taken . It scolding of that momentous eve , —or rather , let me invoke is impossible I should have any ...
... dear Miss Pigot , and am very " Oh ! for the pen of Ariosto to rehearse , in epic , the much obliged to you for the trouble you have taken . It scolding of that momentous eve , —or rather , let me invoke is impossible I should have any ...
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... DEAR PIGOT , " This astonishing packet will , doubtless , amaze you , but having an idie hour this evening , I wrote the enclosed stanzas , which I request you to deliver to Ridge , to be printed separate from my other compositions , as ...
... DEAR PIGOT , " This astonishing packet will , doubtless , amaze you , but having an idie hour this evening , I wrote the enclosed stanzas , which I request you to deliver to Ridge , to be printed separate from my other compositions , as ...
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... DEAR ERIDGET , TO MR . PIGOT . " Southwell , Jan. 13 , 1807 . " I ought to begin with sundry apologies , for my own negligence , but the variety of my avocations in prose and verse must plead my excuse . With this epistle you will I ...
... DEAR ERIDGET , TO MR . PIGOT . " Southwell , Jan. 13 , 1807 . " I ought to begin with sundry apologies , for my own negligence , but the variety of my avocations in prose and verse must plead my excuse . With this epistle you will I ...
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... DEAR PIGOT , " Southwell , April , 1807 . " Allow me to congratulate you on the success of your first examination - Courage , mon ami . ' The title of Dr. will do wonders with the damsels . I shall most proba bly be in Essex or London ...
... DEAR PIGOT , " Southwell , April , 1807 . " Allow me to congratulate you on the success of your first examination - Courage , mon ami . ' The title of Dr. will do wonders with the damsels . I shall most proba bly be in Essex or London ...
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Стр. 23 - 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. 37 - 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...
Стр. 22 - 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. 23 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most ; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Стр. 18 - 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. 16 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Стр. 22 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
Стр. 23 - A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Стр. 15 - tis haunted, holy ground, No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon: Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone: Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Стр. 20 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers.