The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Original Editions, with Life, Explanatory Notes, &cFrederick Warne, 1870 - Всего страниц: 720 |
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... Beauty • THE AGE OF BRONZE 137 The Harp the Monarch Minstrel swept THE BLUES : A Literary Eclogue 144 If that high World The wild Gazelle CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE : A Romaunt : - 150 Oh ! weep for those Canto the First • On Jordan's ...
... Beauty • THE AGE OF BRONZE 137 The Harp the Monarch Minstrel swept THE BLUES : A Literary Eclogue 144 If that high World The wild Gazelle CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE : A Romaunt : - 150 Oh ! weep for those Canto the First • On Jordan's ...
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... beauty , have her life redeem'd . Oh ! could that King of Terrors pity feel , Or Heaven reverse the dread decrees of fate ! Not here the mourner would his grief reveal , Not here the muse her virtues would relate . But wherefore weep ...
... beauty , have her life redeem'd . Oh ! could that King of Terrors pity feel , Or Heaven reverse the dread decrees of fate ! Not here the mourner would his grief reveal , Not here the muse her virtues would relate . But wherefore weep ...
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... beauty , Believe me , only does his duty : Ah ! fly not from the candid youth ; It is not flattery - ' tis truth . ADRIAN'S ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL WHEN DYING . " AH ! gentle , fleeting , wav'ring sprite , Friend and associate of this clay ...
... beauty , Believe me , only does his duty : Ah ! fly not from the candid youth ; It is not flattery - ' tis truth . ADRIAN'S ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL WHEN DYING . " AH ! gentle , fleeting , wav'ring sprite , Friend and associate of this clay ...
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... beauty must enrapture all ; But who can dare thine ardent gaze ? ' Tis said that Berenice's hair In stars adorns the vault of heaven ; But they would ne'er permit thee there , Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven . For did those eyes ...
... beauty must enrapture all ; But who can dare thine ardent gaze ? ' Tis said that Berenice's hair In stars adorns the vault of heaven ; But they would ne'er permit thee there , Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven . For did those eyes ...
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... beauty's mould , The lips which made me beauty's slave . Here I can trace - ah , no ! that eye , Whose azure floats in liquid fire , Must all the painter's art defy , And bid him from the task retire . This line is almost a literal ...
... beauty's mould , The lips which made me beauty's slave . Here I can trace - ah , no ! that eye , Whose azure floats in liquid fire , Must all the painter's art defy , And bid him from the task retire . This line is almost a literal ...
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Стр. 209 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Стр. 209 - 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 : I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Стр. 210 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Стр. 210 - Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? 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. 190 - 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. 177 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Стр. 178 - Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Стр. 289 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Стр. 205 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low- — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Стр. 81 - 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. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...