Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - Всего страниц: 756 |
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... smiles hypocrisy , thy words deceit ! By nature vile , ennobled but by name , Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame . Ye ! who behold perchance this simple urn , Pass on - it honours none you wish to mourn ; To mark a ...
... smiles hypocrisy , thy words deceit ! By nature vile , ennobled but by name , Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame . Ye ! who behold perchance this simple urn , Pass on - it honours none you wish to mourn ; To mark a ...
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... smiles , the peaceful realm , And heals the bleeding wounds of wearied hate . The gloomy tenants , Newstead ! of thy cells , Howling , resign their violated nest ; Again the master on his tenure dwells , Enjoyed , from absence , with ...
... smiles , the peaceful realm , And heals the bleeding wounds of wearied hate . The gloomy tenants , Newstead ! of thy cells , Howling , resign their violated nest ; Again the master on his tenure dwells , Enjoyed , from absence , with ...
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... smile , what Sir Charles Sedley's manors were ? was answered by Mr. Chaworth , Nuttall and Bulwell . Lord Byron did not dispute Nuttall , but added , that Bulwell was his ; on which Mr. Chaworth with some heat replied , " If you want ...
... smile , what Sir Charles Sedley's manors were ? was answered by Mr. Chaworth , Nuttall and Bulwell . Lord Byron did not dispute Nuttall , but added , that Bulwell was his ; on which Mr. Chaworth with some heat replied , " If you want ...
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... now he faintly kens the bounding fawn , And villager abroad at early toil . But , lo ! the sun appears ! and heaven , earth , ocean , smile . And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb , 36 THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON .
... now he faintly kens the bounding fawn , And villager abroad at early toil . But , lo ! the sun appears ! and heaven , earth , ocean , smile . And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb , 36 THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON .
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... smiling garden , the hemlock and thistle Have choked up the rose , which late bloom'd in the way . Of the mail - cover'd barons , who proudly in battle Led their vassals from Europe to Palestine's plain , The escutcheon and shield ...
... smiling garden , the hemlock and thistle Have choked up the rose , which late bloom'd in the way . Of the mail - cover'd barons , who proudly in battle Led their vassals from Europe to Palestine's plain , The escutcheon and shield ...
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Memoirs of the life and writings of lord Byron George Clinton (biographer of Byron.) Полный просмотр - 1825 |
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Стр. 558 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Стр. 749 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Стр. 400 - Oh 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.
Стр. 328 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Стр. 392 - 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. 557 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
Стр. 697 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.
Стр. 327 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Стр. 344 - Twas still some solace in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each, With some new hope, or legend old, Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold.
Стр. 348 - ... mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink Had brought me back to feel and think.