The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Last London Edition, Containing Besides the Notes and Illustrations by Moore [et Al.] Considerable Additions and Original Notes, with a Most Complete IndexA. and W. Galignani, 1841 - Всего страниц: 935 |
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... breath , Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of death ! Could tears retard the tyrant in his course ; Could sighs avert his dart's relentless force ; Could youth and virtue claim a short delay , Or beauty charm the spectre from his ...
... breath , Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of death ! Could tears retard the tyrant in his course ; Could sighs avert his dart's relentless force ; Could youth and virtue claim a short delay , Or beauty charm the spectre from his ...
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... breath heaves short , My limbs deny their slight support , Cold dews my pallid face o'erspread , With deadly languor droops my head , My ears with tingling echoes ring , And life itself is on the wing ; My eyes refuse the cheering light ...
... breath heaves short , My limbs deny their slight support , Cold dews my pallid face o'erspread , With deadly languor droops my head , My ears with tingling echoes ring , And life itself is on the wing ; My eyes refuse the cheering light ...
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... breath , If this be a foretaste of heaven ! Ah ! frown not , sweet lady ! unbend your soft brow , Nor deem me too happy in this ; If I sin in my dream , I atone for it now , Thus doom'd but to gaze upon bliss . ( 1 ) They show a tomb in ...
... breath , If this be a foretaste of heaven ! Ah ! frown not , sweet lady ! unbend your soft brow , Nor deem me too happy in this ; If I sin in my dream , I atone for it now , Thus doom'd but to gaze upon bliss . ( 1 ) They show a tomb in ...
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... And hostile life - drops dim my gory spear . Here is a soul with hope immortal burns , And life , ignoble life , for glory spurns . Fame , fame is cheaply earn'd by fleeting breath : 18 BYRON'S WORKS . The Episode of Nisus and Euryalus.
... And hostile life - drops dim my gory spear . Here is a soul with hope immortal burns , And life , ignoble life , for glory spurns . Fame , fame is cheaply earn'd by fleeting breath : 18 BYRON'S WORKS . The Episode of Nisus and Euryalus.
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... breath ! Nor quit my silent humble bower ; A doom to me far worse than death . Have I not heard the exile's sigh , And seen the exile's silent tear , Through distant climes condemn'd to fly , A pensive weary wanderer here ? Ah ! hapless ...
... breath ! Nor quit my silent humble bower ; A doom to me far worse than death . Have I not heard the exile's sigh , And seen the exile's silent tear , Through distant climes condemn'd to fly , A pensive weary wanderer here ? Ah ! hapless ...
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Стр. 148 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Стр. 148 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 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. 116 - Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Стр. 148 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Стр. 149 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — '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. 261 - 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. 261 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
Стр. 122 - 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 t^ir tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Стр. 148 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own. When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Стр. 127 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me ; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, — Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles,— nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them ; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could, Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.