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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Consisting of Cain ... Hours of Idleness; English Bards and Scotch Reviewers; with Occasional Pieces; and Life of the Author George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. 2,632 LORD BYRON . LORD BYRO MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . wwwwwwYTTEN LONDON.
Consisting of Cain ... Hours of Idleness; English Bards and Scotch Reviewers; with Occasional Pieces; and Life of the Author George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. 2,632 LORD BYRON . LORD BYRO MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . wwwwwwYTTEN LONDON.
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... poets that England ever produced . His genius was of the very first order - he was one of those cha- racters from whose existence new era's date their commencement , and his writings promise to have an extraordinary influence on our ...
... poets that England ever produced . His genius was of the very first order - he was one of those cha- racters from whose existence new era's date their commencement , and his writings promise to have an extraordinary influence on our ...
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... poem of " Childe Harold's Pilgrimage , " the best of the noble author's productions . While Lord Byron was on his voyage from Athens to Constantinople , some doubts were expressed by the officers on board the vessel ( the Salsette ...
... poem of " Childe Harold's Pilgrimage , " the best of the noble author's productions . While Lord Byron was on his voyage from Athens to Constantinople , some doubts were expressed by the officers on board the vessel ( the Salsette ...
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... poem is written . The transitions are abrupt , but they are always highly effective ; and , although in no place is the thread of the narrative kept up , in no place is it obscure or unintelligible . This poem had the most universal and ...
... poem is written . The transitions are abrupt , but they are always highly effective ; and , although in no place is the thread of the narrative kept up , in no place is it obscure or unintelligible . This poem had the most universal and ...
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... poem of the same class as the two which we have lately described . Of " The Corsair " the author , we believe , thought more highly than anything he had hitherto written ; and although " Childe Harold " contains proofs that many of its ...
... poem of the same class as the two which we have lately described . Of " The Corsair " the author , we believe , thought more highly than anything he had hitherto written ; and although " Childe Harold " contains proofs that many of its ...
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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!