The Works of Lord Byron, Том 1Carey, 1843 |
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... breath for fame : Fame that will scarce re - animate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good , And die , that ...
... breath for fame : Fame that will scarce re - animate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good , And die , that ...
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... breath of war . No more beneath soft Eve's consenting star Fandango twirls his jocund castanet : Ah , monarchs ! could ye taste the mirth ye mar , Not in the toils of Glory would ye fret ; The hoarse dull drum would sleep , and Man be ...
... breath of war . No more beneath soft Eve's consenting star Fandango twirls his jocund castanet : Ah , monarchs ! could ye taste the mirth ye mar , Not in the toils of Glory would ye fret ; The hoarse dull drum would sleep , and Man be ...
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... rent canvass fluttering strew the gale , Still must I on ; for I am as a weed , Flung from the rock , on Ocean's foam , to sail Where'er the surge may sweep , the tempest's breath prevail . III . In my youth's summer I did sing of.
... rent canvass fluttering strew the gale , Still must I on ; for I am as a weed , Flung from the rock , on Ocean's foam , to sail Where'er the surge may sweep , the tempest's breath prevail . III . In my youth's summer I did sing of.
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... breath which fills Their mountain - pipe , so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years , And ( 1 ) Evan's , ( 2 ) Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears ! XXVII . And ...
... breath which fills Their mountain - pipe , so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years , And ( 1 ) Evan's , ( 2 ) Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears ! XXVII . And ...
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... breath is agitation , and their life A storm whereon they ride , to sink at last , And yet so nursed and bigoted to strife , That should their days , surviving perils past , Melt to calm twilight , they feel overcast With sorrow and ...
... breath is agitation , and their life A storm whereon they ride , to sink at last , And yet so nursed and bigoted to strife , That should their days , surviving perils past , Melt to calm twilight , they feel overcast With sorrow and ...
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Стр. 105 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Стр. 104 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men...
Стр. 190 - 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. 190 - 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' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Стр. 472 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray — An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Стр. 66 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth...
Стр. 190 - Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Стр. 126 - 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! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Стр. 468 - And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left: Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp: And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing! For in these limbs its teeth remain...
Стр. 124 - He is an evening reveller who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still, There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil. Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.