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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... written in Letters of an Italian Nun · and an English Gentleman Adrian's Address to his Soul when dying . ib . 5 Reply to some Verses of J. M. B. Pigot , Esq . To the sighing Strephon . Translation from Catullus , " Ad Lesbiam " . To ...
... written in Letters of an Italian Nun · and an English Gentleman Adrian's Address to his Soul when dying . ib . 5 Reply to some Verses of J. M. B. Pigot , Esq . To the sighing Strephon . Translation from Catullus , " Ad Lesbiam " . To ...
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... written in an Album at Malta . To Florence . Stanzas composed during a thunder - storm Stanzas written in passing the Ambracian 849 Stanzas , " Remember him , " etc. ib . On Lord Thurlow's Poems ib . To Lord Thurlow · 850 ib . · 851 ...
... written in an Album at Malta . To Florence . Stanzas composed during a thunder - storm Stanzas written in passing the Ambracian 849 Stanzas , " Remember him , " etc. ib . On Lord Thurlow's Poems ib . To Lord Thurlow · 850 ib . · 851 ...
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... written when about to join the Conquest of Alhama Sonetto di Vittorelli Italian Carbonari . . Epigram on my Wedding - day Translation from Vittorelli On my thirty - third Birth - day On the Bust of Helen by Canova . Martial , Lib . I ...
... written when about to join the Conquest of Alhama Sonetto di Vittorelli Italian Carbonari . . Epigram on my Wedding - day Translation from Vittorelli On my thirty - third Birth - day On the Bust of Helen by Canova . Martial , Lib . I ...
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... written composition , with a boldness and rapidity sufficient to alarm me , lest he should fail in memory as to the conclusion . There was no failure . He came round to the close of his composition with- out discovering any impediment ...
... written composition , with a boldness and rapidity sufficient to alarm me , lest he should fail in memory as to the conclusion . There was no failure . He came round to the close of his composition with- out discovering any impediment ...
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... written to Delawarr , for the purpose of explaining ( as far as possible without involving some old friends of mine in the business ) the cause of my behaviour to him during my last residence at Harrow ( nearly two years ago ) , which ...
... written to Delawarr , for the purpose of explaining ( as far as possible without involving some old friends of mine in the business ) the cause of my behaviour to him during my last residence at Harrow ( nearly two years ago ) , which ...
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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...