The Poetical Works of Lord ByronJohn Murray, 1859 - Всего страниц: 827 |
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... beneath a Picture ib . 502 Translation of the famous Greek War Song , · . 505 “ Δεῦτε παῖδες , & c . ib . THE BLUES ; A LITERARY ECLOGUE - 507 Translation of the Romaic Song , " Mεу THE VISION OF JUDGMENT - 512 μες ' τσ ' περιβόλι ...
... beneath a Picture ib . 502 Translation of the famous Greek War Song , · . 505 “ Δεῦτε παῖδες , & c . ib . THE BLUES ; A LITERARY ECLOGUE - 507 Translation of the Romaic Song , " Mεу THE VISION OF JUDGMENT - 512 μες ' τσ ' περιβόλι ...
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... beneath the assassin's knife , Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath ; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life . 5 XXII . On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath ...
... beneath the assassin's knife , Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath ; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life . 5 XXII . On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath ...
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... beneath the cloke , Could blunt the sabre's edge , or clear the cannon's smoke . LI . At every turn Morena's dusky height Sustains aloft the battery's iron load ; And , far as mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the ...
... beneath the cloke , Could blunt the sabre's edge , or clear the cannon's smoke . LI . At every turn Morena's dusky height Sustains aloft the battery's iron load ; And , far as mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the ...
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... beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on Thee ! 5 LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been , Whose fate to distant homes confined their lot , Shall I unmoved behold the hallow'd scene , Which ...
... beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on Thee ! 5 LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been , Whose fate to distant homes confined their lot , Shall I unmoved behold the hallow'd scene , Which ...
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... beneath a brighter sun , For love ordain'd the Spanish maid is , And who , when fondly , fairly won , - Enchants you like the Girl of Cadiz ? 4 . The Spanish maid is no coquette , Nor joys to see a lover tremble , And if she love , or ...
... beneath a brighter sun , For love ordain'd the Spanish maid is , And who , when fondly , fairly won , - Enchants you like the Girl of Cadiz ? 4 . The Spanish maid is no coquette , Nor joys to see a lover tremble , And if she love , or ...
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Стр. 58 - 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, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Стр. 28 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Стр. 28 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Стр. 28 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Стр. 58 - 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. 29 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Стр. 135 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Стр. 122 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek— There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Стр. 40 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Стр. 54 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.