Lord Byron's Select Works: Consisting of Cain ... Hours of Idleness; English Bards and Scotch Reviewers; with Occasional Pieces; and Life of the AuthorC. Daly, 1841 - Всего страниц: 320 |
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... knew her , and her amiable disposition and manner were particularly shown to- wards all those whom she thought fit to associate in reading or in sports with her son . He was , indeed , her darling child , for when he only went out for ...
... knew her , and her amiable disposition and manner were particularly shown to- wards all those whom she thought fit to associate in reading or in sports with her son . He was , indeed , her darling child , for when he only went out for ...
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... knew nothing of business ; the people who had the management of his affairs did as all such people do , -that is to say , they took care to keep him in their own clutches . His embarrass- ments , therefore , were never removed , and not ...
... knew nothing of business ; the people who had the management of his affairs did as all such people do , -that is to say , they took care to keep him in their own clutches . His embarrass- ments , therefore , were never removed , and not ...
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... knew not that , yet thought it , since I heard Of death : although I know not what it is , Yet it seems horrible . I have look'd out In the vast desolate night in search of him ; And when I saw gigantic shadows in The umbrage of the ...
... knew not that , yet thought it , since I heard Of death : although I know not what it is , Yet it seems horrible . I have look'd out In the vast desolate night in search of him ; And when I saw gigantic shadows in The umbrage of the ...
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... knew such things . Luc . But if that high thought were Link'd to a servile mass of matter , and , Knowing such things , aspiring to such things , And science still beyond them , were chain'd down To the most gross and petty paltry wants ...
... knew such things . Luc . But if that high thought were Link'd to a servile mass of matter , and , Knowing such things , aspiring to such things , And science still beyond them , were chain'd down To the most gross and petty paltry wants ...
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... knew not This until lately : but since it must be , Let me , or happy or unhappy , learn To anticipate my immortality . Luc . Thou didst before I came upon thee . Cain . Luc . By suffering . Cain . How ? And must torture be immortal ...
... knew not This until lately : but since it must be , Let me , or happy or unhappy , learn To anticipate my immortality . Luc . Thou didst before I came upon thee . Cain . Luc . By suffering . Cain . How ? And must torture be immortal ...
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Стр. 241 - The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow; It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
Стр. 264 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, "With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Стр. 263 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Стр. 211 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low: So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest . Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Стр. 245 - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Стр. 2 - Souls who dare use their immortality — Souls who dare look the Omnipotent tyrant in His everlasting face, and tell him that His evil is not good!
Стр. 128 - Shades of the dead ! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale!" Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale.
Стр. 293 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot ! A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Стр. 263 - 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 wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
Стр. 244 - What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no;— the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one, arise,— we come, we come!