The Poetical Works of Lord ByronJohn Murray, 1859 - Всего страниц: 827 |
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... lives , and barter breath for fame : Fame that will scarce re - animate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some ... live King Ferdinand ! is the chorus of most of the Spanish patriotic songs . They are chiefly in dispraise of the ...
... lives , and barter breath for fame : Fame that will scarce re - animate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some ... live King Ferdinand ! is the chorus of most of the Spanish patriotic songs . They are chiefly in dispraise of the ...
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... live ? Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego ? What mark is so fair as the breast of a foe ? 4 . Macedonia sends forth her invincible race ; For a time they abandon the cave and the chase ; But those scarfs of blood - red ...
... live ? Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego ? What mark is so fair as the breast of a foe ? 4 . Macedonia sends forth her invincible race ; For a time they abandon the cave and the chase ; But those scarfs of blood - red ...
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... live , And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise , and the Spring Came forth her work of gladness to contrive , With all her reckless birds upon the wing , I turn'd from all she brought to those she could ...
... live , And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise , and the Spring Came forth her work of gladness to contrive , With all her reckless birds upon the wing , I turn'd from all she brought to those she could ...
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... lives to wear , Than join the crushing crowd , doom'd to inflict or bear ? LXXII . - I live not in myself , but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me High mountains are a feeling 2 , but the hum Of human cities torture : I can ...
... lives to wear , Than join the crushing crowd , doom'd to inflict or bear ? LXXII . - I live not in myself , but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me High mountains are a feeling 2 , but the hum Of human cities torture : I can ...
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... 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 ! XCIII . -- And this is in the night : - Most glorious ...
... 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 ! XCIII . -- And this is in the night : - Most glorious ...
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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.