The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed., containing considerable additions; to which is prefixed a life, by H. L. Bulwer, Том 1 |
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Стр. xi
... called genteel existence : and to this poverty of his earlier years the passion which Lord Byron subsequently testified for fashion and fine people is to be traced . Poor Byron's first misfortune , and the one which haunted him most ...
... called genteel existence : and to this poverty of his earlier years the passion which Lord Byron subsequently testified for fashion and fine people is to be traced . Poor Byron's first misfortune , and the one which haunted him most ...
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... called forth English Bards and Scotch Reviewers was , as it is now pretty well ascertained , from the pen of our late Lord Chancellor , at that time Mr. Brougham , and who then seemed to feel no common pleasure in displaying the energy ...
... called forth English Bards and Scotch Reviewers was , as it is now pretty well ascertained , from the pen of our late Lord Chancellor , at that time Mr. Brougham , and who then seemed to feel no common pleasure in displaying the energy ...
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... called to assume its honours , is sure to engender , -never had a man more elements in his mind , out of which to form a satirist , than young Lord Byron , when he flung in the face of the critics he was answering , and the country he ...
... called to assume its honours , is sure to engender , -never had a man more elements in his mind , out of which to form a satirist , than young Lord Byron , when he flung in the face of the critics he was answering , and the country he ...
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... called Hints from Horace , the second , Childe Harold ; and , if we are to believe Mr. Dallas , the Poet gave his preference to the first , a very clever but by no means surprising performance . To account for this is not difficult ; a ...
... called Hints from Horace , the second , Childe Harold ; and , if we are to believe Mr. Dallas , the Poet gave his preference to the first , a very clever but by no means surprising performance . To account for this is not difficult ; a ...
Стр. xxiv
... called out to me in Venetian , ' Why do not you , who relieve others , think of us also ? ' I turned round and answered her ' Cara , tu sei troppo bella e giovane per aver ' bisogna del ' soccorso mio . ' She answered , ' If you saw my ...
... called out to me in Venetian , ' Why do not you , who relieve others , think of us also ? ' I turned round and answered her ' Cara , tu sei troppo bella e giovane per aver ' bisogna del ' soccorso mio . ' She answered , ' If you saw my ...
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Стр. 146 - 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.
Стр. 113 - 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. 147 - 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. 127 - 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. 142 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Стр. 121 - 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. 88 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Стр. 279 - 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. 136 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Стр. 257 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...