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 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 98
Стр. xxxvii
... 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 , ' I must sleep now ; upon which he laid begin to think ...
... 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 , ' I must sleep now ; upon which he laid begin to think ...
Стр. 6
... word , ' t is ANIMATION . OSCAR OF ALVA . ' A TALE . How sweetly shines , through azure skies , The lamp of heaven on ... words had been from youth . Both , both were brave ; the Saxon spear Was shiver'd oft beneath their steel ; And ...
... word , ' t is ANIMATION . OSCAR OF ALVA . ' A TALE . How sweetly shines , through azure skies , The lamp of heaven on ... words had been from youth . Both , both were brave ; the Saxon spear Was shiver'd oft beneath their steel ; And ...
Стр. 12
... word , ' t is ANIMATION . OSCAR OF ALVA.1 A TALE . How sweetly shines , through azure skies , The lamp of heaven on ... words had been from Both , both were brave ; the Saxon spea Was shiver'd oft beneath their steel ; And Oscar's bosom ...
... word , ' t is ANIMATION . OSCAR OF ALVA.1 A TALE . How sweetly shines , through azure skies , The lamp of heaven on ... words had been from Both , both were brave ; the Saxon spea Was shiver'd oft beneath their steel ; And Oscar's bosom ...
Стр. 67
... words , thus woven into song , It may be that they are a harmless wile , - The colouring of the scenes which fleet along , Which I would seize , in passing , to beguile My breast , or that of others , for a while . Fame is the thirst of ...
... words , thus woven into song , It may be that they are a harmless wile , - The colouring of the scenes which fleet along , Which I would seize , in passing , to beguile My breast , or that of others , for a while . Fame is the thirst of ...
Стр. 80
... words , and speak to ye of heaven , Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument , And shadows forth its glory . There is given Unto the things of earth , which time hath bent , A spirit's feeling , and where he hath leant His hand , but ...
... words , and speak to ye of heaven , Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument , And shadows forth its glory . There is given Unto the things of earth , which time hath bent , A spirit's feeling , and where he hath leant His hand , but ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
ADAH AHOLIBAMAH Ali Pacha ANAH ANGIOLINA ARBACES arms ARNOLD aught BARBARIGO bear beauty behold BELESES beneath BENINTENDE blood bosom breast breath brow CAIN CALENDARO CESAR chief dare dark dead death deeds deep DOGE dost dread earth fame father fear feel foes GABOR gaze Giaour Greece Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour IDENSTEIN ISRAEL BERTUCCIO JACOPO FOSCARI JAPHET JOSEPHINE leave less LIONI live look Lord Byron LOREDANO LUCIFER MANFRED MARINA Marino Faliero Michel Steno mortal MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA pass'd Petrarch prince SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGENDORF sire slave smile soul speak spirit Stanza STRALENHEIM stranger sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought ULRIC unto Venice voice walls wave WERNER words youth εἰς καὶ τὴν τὸ
Популярные отрывки
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?