The works of lord Byron, Том 4 |
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... fame begun ; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son , The slaughters of his sword ! The deeds he did , the fields he won , The freedom he restored ! 2 . Though thou art fall'n , while we are free Thou shalt not ...
... fame begun ; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son , The slaughters of his sword ! The deeds he did , the fields he won , The freedom he restored ! 2 . Though thou art fall'n , while we are free Thou shalt not ...
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... Fame , wisdom , love , and power were mine , And health and youth possess'd me ; My goblets blush'd from every vine , And lovely forms caress'd me ; I sunn'd my heart in beauty's eyes , And felt my soul grow tender ; All earth can give ...
... Fame , wisdom , love , and power were mine , And health and youth possess'd me ; My goblets blush'd from every vine , And lovely forms caress'd me ; I sunn'd my heart in beauty's eyes , And felt my soul grow tender ; All earth can give ...
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... fame no more , Or deepen every stain— If thou hadst died as honour dies , Some new Napoleon might arise , To shame the world again-- But who would soar the solar height , To set in such a starless night ? 12 . Weigh'd in the balance ...
... fame no more , Or deepen every stain— If thou hadst died as honour dies , Some new Napoleon might arise , To shame the world again-- But who would soar the solar height , To set in such a starless night ? 12 . Weigh'd in the balance ...
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... Fame ! The flash of Wit - the bright Intelligence , The beam of Song - the blaze of Eloquence , Set with their Sun - but still have left behind The enduring produce of immortal Mind ; Fruits of a genial morn , and glorious noon , A ...
... Fame ! The flash of Wit - the bright Intelligence , The beam of Song - the blaze of Eloquence , Set with their Sun - but still have left behind The enduring produce of immortal Mind ; Fruits of a genial morn , and glorious noon , A ...
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... Is fix'd for ever to detract or praise ; Repose denies her requiem to his name , And Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame . The secret enemy whose sleepless eye Stands sentinel - accuser THE RIGHT HON . R. B. SHERIDAN . 53 33.
... Is fix'd for ever to detract or praise ; Repose denies her requiem to his name , And Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame . The secret enemy whose sleepless eye Stands sentinel - accuser THE RIGHT HON . R. B. SHERIDAN . 53 33.
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ABBOT Abydos Alhama art thou Astarte Athens Ay de mi beam beautiful behold beneath blood Boeotia breast breath bright brow CHAMOIS charm clay clouds cold curse dare dark dead death deem'd deep dost doth dread dream dwell earth eyes fame feel foes gaze glory Granada grave grief hand hath hear heaven honour hour immortal light live lonely look LORD BYRON MANFRED Mariamne mind MONODY mortal mountain mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night o'er o'er thy once pain Pallas pass'd Phidias R. B. SHERIDAN SCENE shine shock Rocking shore sigh silent sleep smile song Sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou canst thou hast thou wert thought throne Thyrza thyself tomb torture tremble twill voice walls wave weep WITCH wither'd wouldst wretched ἀγαπῶ Ζώη ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Стр. 125 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Стр. 10 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Стр. 200 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Стр. 32 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
Стр. 9 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Стр. 33 - 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...
Стр. 132 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Стр. 86 - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep, There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...
Стр. 196 - ... Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well : — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met — In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee ? — With silence and tears. STANZAS FOR...
Стр. 234 - He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came...