The poetical works of lord Byron, complete. (Pearl ed.).J. Murray, 1867 - Всего страниц: 685 |
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... deep , Beheld by eyes that mourn , yet cannot weep . Dorset , farewell ! I will not ask one part Of sad remembrance in so young a heart ; The coming morrow from thy youthful mind Will sweep my name , nor leave a trace behind . And yet ...
... deep , Beheld by eyes that mourn , yet cannot weep . Dorset , farewell ! I will not ask one part Of sad remembrance in so young a heart ; The coming morrow from thy youthful mind Will sweep my name , nor leave a trace behind . And yet ...
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... deep , Beheld by eyes that mourn , yet cannot weep . Dorset , farewell ! I will not ask one part Of sad remembrance in so young a heart ; The coming morrow from thy youthful mind Will sweep my name , nor leave a trace behind . And yet ...
... deep , Beheld by eyes that mourn , yet cannot weep . Dorset , farewell ! I will not ask one part Of sad remembrance in so young a heart ; The coming morrow from thy youthful mind Will sweep my name , nor leave a trace behind . And yet ...
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... deep - wounded heart , when incensed by the Should lead you to curse the coquette . [ smart , October 27 , 1806 . Now , Strephon , good bye ; I cannot deny Your passion appears most absurd ; Such love as you plead is pure love indeed ...
... deep - wounded heart , when incensed by the Should lead you to curse the coquette . [ smart , October 27 , 1806 . Now , Strephon , good bye ; I cannot deny Your passion appears most absurd ; Such love as you plead is pure love indeed ...
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... deep in Lethe's wave ; Some few who ne'er will be forgot Shall burst the bondage of the grave . TO A LADY 1806 . WHO PRESENTED THE AUTHOR WITH THE VEL- VET BAND WHICH BOUND HER TRESSES . THIS Band , which bound thy yellow hair , Is mine ...
... deep in Lethe's wave ; Some few who ne'er will be forgot Shall burst the bondage of the grave . TO A LADY 1806 . WHO PRESENTED THE AUTHOR WITH THE VEL- VET BAND WHICH BOUND HER TRESSES . THIS Band , which bound thy yellow hair , Is mine ...
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... deep Which hides a name unknown . Forget this world , my restless sprite , Turn , turn thy thoughts to Heaven : There must thou soon direct thy flight , If errors are forgiven . To bigots and to sects unknown , Bow down beneath the ...
... deep Which hides a name unknown . Forget this world , my restless sprite , Turn , turn thy thoughts to Heaven : There must thou soon direct thy flight , If errors are forgiven . To bigots and to sects unknown , Bow down beneath the ...
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Стр. 151 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms— the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
Стр. 157 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, 0 tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest ? XCVII.
Стр. 70 - OUR life is twofold : Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Стр. 151 - 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. 150 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Стр. 243 - And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Стр. 176 - 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. 178 - Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now. And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy...
Стр. 178 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Стр. 176 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 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.