Selections from the writings of lord Byron, by a clergyman [W. Elwin]. |
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... dream of its abbreviation ; or , it may be , the knowledge or the belief of some injustice of the law , or of its administra- tion in his own particular ; but he who is outlawed by LORD BYRON ON HIS EXILE . 77 general opinion , 76 ...
... dream of its abbreviation ; or , it may be , the knowledge or the belief of some injustice of the law , or of its administra- tion in his own particular ; but he who is outlawed by LORD BYRON ON HIS EXILE . 77 general opinion , 76 ...
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... DREAM THE LAMENT OF TASSO THE MISFORTUNES OF GENIUS SOUTHEY LOQUITUR . 135 136 140 142 • 148 155 156 NAPOLEON AT ST . HELENA . TO MRS . MUSTERS · 157 158 INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG 160 AWAY , AWAY , YE NOTES OF ...
... DREAM THE LAMENT OF TASSO THE MISFORTUNES OF GENIUS SOUTHEY LOQUITUR . 135 136 140 142 • 148 155 156 NAPOLEON AT ST . HELENA . TO MRS . MUSTERS · 157 158 INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG 160 AWAY , AWAY , YE NOTES OF ...
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... dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ? Or call with truth one span of earth their own , Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone ? CHILDE HAROLD . - Canto I. PARNASSUS . OH , thou Parnassus ! whom I ...
... dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ? Or call with truth one span of earth their own , Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone ? CHILDE HAROLD . - Canto I. PARNASSUS . OH , thou Parnassus ! whom I ...
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... dreams , But of ideal beauty , which became In him existence , and o'erflowing teems Along his burning page , distemper'd though it seems.t His life was one long war with self - sought foes , Or friends by him self - banish'd ; for his ...
... dreams , But of ideal beauty , which became In him existence , and o'erflowing teems Along his burning page , distemper'd though it seems.t His life was one long war with self - sought foes , Or friends by him self - banish'd ; for his ...
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... dream . CHILDE HAROLD . - Canto III . ADDRESS TO HIS DAUGHTER . My daughter ! with thy name this song begun ; My daughter ! with thy name thus much shall end ; I see thee not , I hear thee not , but none Can be so wrapt in thee ; thou ...
... dream . CHILDE HAROLD . - Canto III . ADDRESS TO HIS DAUGHTER . My daughter ! with thy name this song begun ; My daughter ! with thy name thus much shall end ; I see thee not , I hear thee not , but none Can be so wrapt in thee ; thou ...
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Стр. 11 - 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. 13 - 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 magnificently stern array...
Стр. 21 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Стр. 12 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Стр. 135 - 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.
Стр. 91 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Стр. 22 - 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...
Стр. 45 - 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. 27 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Стр. 27 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.