The Works of Lord Byron, Including the Suppressed Poems: Also a Sketch of His LifeGrigg & Elliot, 1846 - Всего страниц: 764 |
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... youth , any thing but a persons of his own rank , his unhappy temper Colebs in search of a wife . ' He would have found abundant exercise in continual war made a bad hero for Hannah More . He ran with his neighbours and tenants , and ...
... youth , any thing but a persons of his own rank , his unhappy temper Colebs in search of a wife . ' He would have found abundant exercise in continual war made a bad hero for Hannah More . He ran with his neighbours and tenants , and ...
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... youth , when the heart's in its spring , And dreams that affection can never take wing , I had friends who has not ? but what tongue will avow That friends , rosy wine , are so faithful as thou ? " The breast of a mistress some boy may ...
... youth , when the heart's in its spring , And dreams that affection can never take wing , I had friends who has not ? but what tongue will avow That friends , rosy wine , are so faithful as thou ? " The breast of a mistress some boy may ...
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... youth and virtue claim a short delay , Or beauty charm the spectre from his prev : Thou still had'st lived , to bless my aching sight , Thy comrade's honour , and thy friend's delight . If , yet , thy gentle spirit hover nigh The D 2 6 ...
... youth and virtue claim a short delay , Or beauty charm the spectre from his prev : Thou still had'st lived , to bless my aching sight , Thy comrade's honour , and thy friend's delight . If , yet , thy gentle spirit hover nigh The D 2 6 ...
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... Youth and Beauty form the female shield , The sternest Censor to the fair must yield . Yet should our feeble efforts nought avail , Should , after all , our best endeavours fail ; Still , let some mercy in your bosoms live , And , if ...
... Youth and Beauty form the female shield , The sternest Censor to the fair must yield . Yet should our feeble efforts nought avail , Should , after all , our best endeavours fail ; Still , let some mercy in your bosoms live , And , if ...
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... youth is no more ; As the last of my race , I must wither alone , And delight but in days I have witness'd before . Ah ! splendour has rais'd , but embitter'd my lot , More dear were the scenes which my infancy knew · Though my hopes ...
... youth is no more ; As the last of my race , I must wither alone , And delight but in days I have witness'd before . Ah ! splendour has rais'd , but embitter'd my lot , More dear were the scenes which my infancy knew · Though my hopes ...
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The Works of Lord Byron, Including the Suppressed Poems George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Полный просмотр - 1829 |
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Стр. 66 - 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. 66 - And this is in the night. — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be 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. 84 - 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. 61 - But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane ; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire ; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire Of aught but rest ; a fever at the core, Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore.
Стр. 133 - Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won. -; Bear witness, Greece, thy living page Attest it many a deathless age! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom...
Стр. 169 - O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows. On old -Egina's rock, and Idra's isle, The god of gladness sheds his parting smile ; O'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, Though there his altars are no more divine. Descending fast the mountain shadows kiss Thy glorious gulf...
Стр. 209 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake unshock'd, Because I could have smiled to see The death that would have set me free.
Стр. 208 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn...
Стр. 84 - 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, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Стр. xxii - Farewell ! a word that must be, and hath been — A sound which makes us linger ; — yet — farewell ! Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell A single recollection, not in vain He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop-shell; Farewell ! with him alone may rest the pain, If such there were — with you, the moral of his strain.