Selections from the writings of lord Byron, by a clergyman [W. Elwin]. |
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... fair copies of Mr. Duncan of the same city : I don't think he would plume him- self much upon my progress . However , I wrote much better then than I have ever done since . Haste and agitation of one kind or another have quite spoilt as ...
... fair copies of Mr. Duncan of the same city : I don't think he would plume him- self much upon my progress . However , I wrote much better then than I have ever done since . Haste and agitation of one kind or another have quite spoilt as ...
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... fair , " has brought back upon me - I know not how or why - the happiest , perhaps , days of my life ( always excepting , here and there , a Harrow holiday in the two latter summers of my stay there ) when living at Cambridge with ...
... fair , " has brought back upon me - I know not how or why - the happiest , perhaps , days of my life ( always excepting , here and there , a Harrow holiday in the two latter summers of my stay there ) when living at Cambridge with ...
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... fair , Listen where thou art sitting , Under the glassy , cool , translucent wave , In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber - dropping hair , " & c . Long's father wrote to me to write his son's epitaph.
... fair , Listen where thou art sitting , Under the glassy , cool , translucent wave , In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber - dropping hair , " & c . Long's father wrote to me to write his son's epitaph.
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... fair cricketer- one of the Harrow eleven , when we played against Eton in 1805. Besides , Rousseau's way of life , his country , his manners , his whole character , were so very different , that I am at a loss to conceive how such a ...
... fair cricketer- one of the Harrow eleven , when we played against Eton in 1805. Besides , Rousseau's way of life , his country , his manners , his whole character , were so very different , that I am at a loss to conceive how such a ...
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... fair wind , we shall be at Ports- mouth , and on the 2nd of July I shall have completed ( to a day ) two years of peregrination , from which I am returning with as little emotion as I set out . I think , upon the whole , I was more ...
... fair wind , we shall be at Ports- mouth , and on the 2nd of July I shall have completed ( to a day ) two years of peregrination , from which I am returning with as little emotion as I set out . I think , upon the whole , I was more ...
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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.