The poetical works of lord Byron, with illustr. by K. Halswelle |
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... land . Byron had a style peculiarly his own , and so unlike that of the reigning favourites , Wordsworth and Coleridge , that the people were delighted with a medium of reaching their hearts free from the obscure philosophy of the one ...
... land . Byron had a style peculiarly his own , and so unlike that of the reigning favourites , Wordsworth and Coleridge , that the people were delighted with a medium of reaching their hearts free from the obscure philosophy of the one ...
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... land discern Her boat descending from the latticed stern . " Tis mann'd - the oars keep concert to the strand Till grates her keel upon the shallow sand . Hail to the welcome shout ! -the friendly speech ! When hand grasps hand uniting ...
... land discern Her boat descending from the latticed stern . " Tis mann'd - the oars keep concert to the strand Till grates her keel upon the shallow sand . Hail to the welcome shout ! -the friendly speech ! When hand grasps hand uniting ...
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... land or deep ; While lean'd their leader o'er the fretting flood , And calmly talk'd — and yet he talk'd of blood ! CANTO THE SECOND . " Conosceste i dubiosi desiri ? " - DANTE . I. IN Coron's bay floats many a galley light , Through ...
... land or deep ; While lean'd their leader o'er the fretting flood , And calmly talk'd — and yet he talk'd of blood ! CANTO THE SECOND . " Conosceste i dubiosi desiri ? " - DANTE . I. IN Coron's bay floats many a galley light , Through ...
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... land — an outlaw on the deep- Destroying - saving - prison'd -- and asleep ! XII . He slept in calmest seeming - for his breath Was hush'd so deep - Ah ! happy if in death ! He slept Who o'er his placid slumber bends ? His foes are gone ...
... land — an outlaw on the deep- Destroying - saving - prison'd -- and asleep ! XII . He slept in calmest seeming - for his breath Was hush'd so deep - Ah ! happy if in death ! He slept Who o'er his placid slumber bends ? His foes are gone ...
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... land and deep , Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep . On such an eve , his palest beam he cast , When ... land he seem'd to pour , The land , where Phoebus never frown'd before ; But ere he sank below Citharon's head , The cup of ...
... land and deep , Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep . On such an eve , his palest beam he cast , When ... land he seem'd to pour , The land , where Phoebus never frown'd before ; But ere he sank below Citharon's head , The cup of ...
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Abel Adah Aholibamah Anah art thou aught bard beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cain Calmar cheek Childe Harold clouds dare dark dead dear death deeds deep dost doth dread dream dust dwell earth eternal fair fame fate fear feel fix'd foes forget gaze Giaour glory grave Greece grief hand hate hath heard heart heaven hope hour immortal Irad Japh less light lips live lonely look Lord Lord Byron Lucifer lyre mind mortal mountains ne'er never NEWSTEAD ABBEY night o'er once Parisina pass'd round Saint Peter Samian wine scarce scene seem'd seraphs shine shore sigh sire sleep smile song soothe sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne turn'd twas twill voice wave weep wild wind wing words youth Zuleika
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Стр. 219 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Стр. 565 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Стр. 452 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Стр. 309 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Стр. 641 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The...
Стр. 172 - 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.
Стр. 643 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks— They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves.
Стр. 221 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Стр. 74 - Bequeathed 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 Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land...
Стр. 299 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.