The Works of Lord Byron: Including the Suppressed Poems ; Also a Sketch of His LifeH. Adams, and sold by J. Grigg, 1831 - Всего страниц: 716 |
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... death of the Right Hon . R. B. Sheridan ... 514 The Irish Avatar 515 The Dream 516 Ode ( to Venice ) . .518 Lines written in an Album . 519 Romance muy doloroso del sitio y toma de Alhama . 520 A very mournful Ballad on the siege and ...
... death of the Right Hon . R. B. Sheridan ... 514 The Irish Avatar 515 The Dream 516 Ode ( to Venice ) . .518 Lines written in an Album . 519 Romance muy doloroso del sitio y toma de Alhama . 520 A very mournful Ballad on the siege and ...
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... death . The last Je perceive he was getting weaker every words I heard my master utter , were at six bor , and he even began to have occasional o'clock on the evening of the 18th , when he fof debrium . He afterwards said , ' I now said ...
... death . The last Je perceive he was getting weaker every words I heard my master utter , were at six bor , and he even began to have occasional o'clock on the evening of the 18th , when he fof debrium . He afterwards said , ' I now said ...
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... death their attachment to royalty seal'd . Shades of heroes , farewell ! your descendant departing From the seat of his ancestors bids you adieu ! Abroad or at home , your remembrance imparting New courage , he'll think upon glory and ...
... death their attachment to royalty seal'd . Shades of heroes , farewell ! your descendant departing From the seat of his ancestors bids you adieu ! Abroad or at home , your remembrance imparting New courage , he'll think upon glory and ...
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... DEATH OF MR FOX . The folowing liberal Impromptu appeared in a Morning Paper . fra Nation's foes lament , on Fox's death , Bt the hour when PITT resign'd his breath ; Theses wide let Sense and Truth unclue , Wegve the palm where Justice ...
... DEATH OF MR FOX . The folowing liberal Impromptu appeared in a Morning Paper . fra Nation's foes lament , on Fox's death , Bt the hour when PITT resign'd his breath ; Theses wide let Sense and Truth unclue , Wegve the palm where Justice ...
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... death each other chase , Adown in agonizing dew . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , And thrice his lips refused to taste ; For thrice he caught the stranger's eye , On his with deadly fury placed . " And is it thus a brother hails A ...
... death each other chase , Adown in agonizing dew . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , And thrice his lips refused to taste ; For thrice he caught the stranger's eye , On his with deadly fury placed . " And is it thus a brother hails A ...
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Стр. 79 - Dark-heaving ; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, the throne Of the invisible, — even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Стр. 61 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Стр. 76 - While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand ; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall ; And when Rome falls — the World.
Стр. 205 - I took that hand which lay so still, Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength to stir, or strive, But felt that I was still alive — A frantic feeling, when we know That what we love shall ne'er be so. I know not why I could not die, I had no earthly hope but faith, And that forbade a selfish death.
Стр. 71 - Alas, the lofty city! and alas, The trebly hundred triumphs! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away! Alas for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page! But these shall be Her resurrection; all beside — decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free!
Стр. 60 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more...
Стр. 61 - And this is in the night. — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Стр. 205 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind, And grieved for those...
Стр. 206 - As then to me he seem'd to fly ; And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled — and would fain I had not left my recent chain ; And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load ; It was as is a new-dug grave, Closing o'er one we sought to save, — And yet my glance, too much opprest, Had almost need of such a rest.
Стр. 61 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests, is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?