The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - Всего страниц: 212 |
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... fire which we endure , it was repaid By him to whom the energy was given , Which this poetic marble hath array'd With an eternal glory — which , if made By human hands , is not of human thought ; And Time himself hath hallow'd it , nor ...
... fire which we endure , it was repaid By him to whom the energy was given , Which this poetic marble hath array'd With an eternal glory — which , if made By human hands , is not of human thought ; And Time himself hath hallow'd it , nor ...
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... fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high : -from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . Lo ! where the ...
... fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high : -from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . Lo ! where the ...
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... fire , air , earth , and stream embraced , Which rocked as ' twere beneath the mighty noises ; While the whole rampart blazed like Ætna , when The restless Titan hickups in his den . And one enormous shout of " Allah ! " rose In the ...
... fire , air , earth , and stream embraced , Which rocked as ' twere beneath the mighty noises ; While the whole rampart blazed like Ætna , when The restless Titan hickups in his den . And one enormous shout of " Allah ! " rose In the ...
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... Fire , and smoke , and hellish clangor Are around thee , thou World's Wonder ! Death is in thy walls and under . Now the meeting steel first clashes ; Downward then the ladder crashes , With its iron load all gleaming , Lying at its ...
... Fire , and smoke , and hellish clangor Are around thee , thou World's Wonder ! Death is in thy walls and under . Now the meeting steel first clashes ; Downward then the ladder crashes , With its iron load all gleaming , Lying at its ...
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... its eternity ! CONSCIENCE . The mind that broods o'er guilty woes Is like the scorpion girt by fire , [ those , In circle narrowing as it glows , The flames around C 2 BYRON . 33 His soft and summer breath, whose tender power ...
... its eternity ! CONSCIENCE . The mind that broods o'er guilty woes Is like the scorpion girt by fire , [ those , In circle narrowing as it glows , The flames around C 2 BYRON . 33 His soft and summer breath, whose tender power ...
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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!