The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - Всего страниц: 212 |
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... bright . He started up with more of fear Than if an armed foe were near . " God of my fathers ! what is here ? Who art thou , and wherefore sent So near a hostile armament ? " His trembling hands refused to sign The cross he deem'd no ...
... bright . He started up with more of fear Than if an armed foe were near . " God of my fathers ! what is here ? Who art thou , and wherefore sent So near a hostile armament ? " His trembling hands refused to sign The cross he deem'd no ...
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... bright With an immortal's vengeance ; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain , and might , And majesty , flash their full lightnings by , Developing in that one glance the Deity . But in his delicate form - a dream of love 6 BYRON .
... bright With an immortal's vengeance ; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain , and might , And majesty , flash their full lightnings by , Developing in that one glance the Deity . But in his delicate form - a dream of love 6 BYRON .
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... contain thy glory ; In the eternal depths of heaven Albeit thou watchest with the " seven , " * * The archangels , said to be seven in number . Though through space infinite and hoary Before thy bright wings 8 BYRON .
... contain thy glory ; In the eternal depths of heaven Albeit thou watchest with the " seven , " * * The archangels , said to be seven in number . Though through space infinite and hoary Before thy bright wings 8 BYRON .
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... bright wings worlds be driven , Yet hear ! Oh ! think of her who holds thee dear ! And though she nothing is to thee , Yet think that thou art all to her . Thou canst not tell , -and never be Such pangs decreed to aught save me , - The ...
... bright wings worlds be driven , Yet hear ! Oh ! think of her who holds thee dear ! And though she nothing is to thee , Yet think that thou art all to her . Thou canst not tell , -and never be Such pangs decreed to aught save me , - The ...
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... bright , and wing as wild ; A chace of idle hopes and fears , Begun in folly , closed in tears . If won , to equal ills betray'd , Woe waits the insect and the maid ; A life of pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play , and man's ...
... bright , and wing as wild ; A chace of idle hopes and fears , Begun in folly , closed in tears . If won , to equal ills betray'd , Woe waits the insect and the maid ; A life of pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play , and man's ...
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Стр. 167 - 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. 167 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Стр. 195 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Стр. 65 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea. And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free, For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Стр. 85 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Стр. 49 - 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 : — All heaven and earth are still : — From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence, xc.
Стр. 148 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Стр. 146 - 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...
Стр. 67 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Стр. 150 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!