The works of lord Byron including his suppressed poemsA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - Всего страниц: 727 |
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... thou art ; And such as thou art , were my passions long . « Time may have somewhat tamed them , not for ever ; Thou overflow'st thy banks , and not for aye : Thy bosom overboils , congenial river ! Thy floods subside , and mine have ...
... thou art ; And such as thou art , were my passions long . « Time may have somewhat tamed them , not for ever ; Thou overflow'st thy banks , and not for aye : Thy bosom overboils , congenial river ! Thy floods subside , and mine have ...
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... thou'lt prize ; It sings of Love's enchanting dream , A theme we never can ... art form'd so heavenly fair , Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam , We must ... Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven . For , did those eyes as planets roll ...
... thou'lt prize ; It sings of Love's enchanting dream , A theme we never can ... art form'd so heavenly fair , Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam , We must ... Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven . For , did those eyes as planets roll ...
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... thy charms , Though strong as mortal art could give , My constant heart of fear disarms , Revives my hopes , and bids me live . ¡ Here , I can trace the locks of gold , Which round thy snowy forehead wave ; ' The cheeks , which sprung ...
... thy charms , Though strong as mortal art could give , My constant heart of fear disarms , Revives my hopes , and bids me live . ¡ Here , I can trace the locks of gold , Which round thy snowy forehead wave ; ' The cheeks , which sprung ...
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... thou now wing thy distant flight ? No more , with wonted humour gay , But pallid , cheerless , and forlorn ... art the cause of all her woe , Receptacle of life's decay . IMITATED FROM CATULLUS . TO ELLEN . On ! might I kiss those eyes ...
... thou now wing thy distant flight ? No more , with wonted humour gay , But pallid , cheerless , and forlorn ... art the cause of all her woe , Receptacle of life's decay . IMITATED FROM CATULLUS . TO ELLEN . On ! might I kiss those eyes ...
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... thou art strong in verse , in mercy spare ! A fourth , alas ! were more than we could bear . But if , in spite of all the world can say , Thou still wilt verseward plod thy weary way ; If suil in Berkley ballads , most uncivil , Thou ...
... thou art strong in verse , in mercy spare ! A fourth , alas ! were more than we could bear . But if , in spite of all the world can say , Thou still wilt verseward plod thy weary way ; If suil in Berkley ballads , most uncivil , Thou ...
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Стр. 44 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
Стр. 187 - t was coarse and rude, For we were used to hunter's fare, And for the like had little care: The milk drawn from the mountain goat Was changed for water from the moat, Our bread was such as captives...
Стр. 188 - It was not night — it was not day, It was not even the dungeon-light, So hateful to my heavy sight, But vacancy absorbing space, And fixedness — without a place; There were no stars — no earth — no time — No check — no change — no good — no crime — But silence, and a stirless breath Which neither was of life nor death; A sea of stagnant idleness, Blind, boundless, mute, and motionless!
Стр. 64 - 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. 205 - Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.
Стр. 423 - The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.
Стр. 188 - 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.
Стр. 317 - By tyrannous threats to force you into faith 'Gainst all external sense and inward feeling: Think and endure — and form an inner world In your own bosom — where the outward fails; So shall you nearer be the spiritual Nature, and war triumphant with your own.
Стр. 53 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Стр. 158 - He call'd on Nature's self to share the shame, And charged all faults upon the fleshly form She gave to clog the soul, and feast the worm , Till he at last confounded good and ill, And half mistook for fate the acts of will : Too high for common selfishness, he could At times resign his own for others* good, But not in pity, not because he ought.