Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - Всего страниц: 756 |
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... soul on board looking upon the present minute as his last ; for there was nothing to be seen but breakers all around us . However , a mountainous sea hove her off from thence ; but she presently struck again , and broke her tiller . In ...
... soul on board looking upon the present minute as his last ; for there was nothing to be seen but breakers all around us . However , a mountainous sea hove her off from thence ; but she presently struck again , and broke her tiller . In ...
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... soul - telling eye . Is dimm'd for a time with a Tear . Mild Charity's glow , To us mortals below , Shows the soul from barbarity clear ; Compassion will melt Where this virtue is felt , And its dew is diffused in a Tear . The man doom ...
... soul - telling eye . Is dimm'd for a time with a Tear . Mild Charity's glow , To us mortals below , Shows the soul from barbarity clear ; Compassion will melt Where this virtue is felt , And its dew is diffused in a Tear . The man doom ...
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... soul wings her flight To the regions of night , And my corse shall recline on its bier , As ye pass by the tomb Where my ashes consume , Oh ! moisten their dust with a Tear . May no marble bestow The splendour of woe , Which the ...
... soul wings her flight To the regions of night , And my corse shall recline on its bier , As ye pass by the tomb Where my ashes consume , Oh ! moisten their dust with a Tear . May no marble bestow The splendour of woe , Which the ...
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... soul was with you . I arose with the dawn , with my dog as my guide ; From mountain to mountain I bounded along ; I breasted the billows of Dee'st rushing tide , And heard at a distance the Highlander's song . At eve , on my heath ...
... soul was with you . I arose with the dawn , with my dog as my guide ; From mountain to mountain I bounded along ; I breasted the billows of Dee'st rushing tide , And heard at a distance the Highlander's song . At eve , on my heath ...
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... soul , Unconscious that her image there Held every sense in fast control . Through hours , through years , through time , ' twill cheer ; My hope in gloomy moments raise : In life's last conflict ' twill appear , And meet my fond ...
... soul , Unconscious that her image there Held every sense in fast control . Through hours , through years , through time , ' twill cheer ; My hope in gloomy moments raise : In life's last conflict ' twill appear , And meet my fond ...
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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.