The works of lord Byron, Том 4 |
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... hour , When truth had nought to dread from power . His horse was slain , and Gieta gave His own - and died the Russians ' slave . This too sinks after many a league Of well sustain'd , but vain fatigue ; And in the depth of forests ...
... hour , When truth had nought to dread from power . His horse was slain , and Gieta gave His own - and died the Russians ' slave . This too sinks after many a league Of well sustain'd , but vain fatigue ; And in the depth of forests ...
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... yesterday ; " This change was wrought , too , long ere age " Had ta'en my features for his page : " With years , ye know , have not declined " My strength , my courage , or my mind , " Or at this hour I should not be 66 MAZEPPA . 13.
... yesterday ; " This change was wrought , too , long ere age " Had ta'en my features for his page : " With years , ye know , have not declined " My strength , my courage , or my mind , " Or at this hour I should not be 66 MAZEPPA . 13.
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) " Or at this hour I should not be 66 Telling old tales beneath a tree , " With starless skies my canopy . " But let me on : Theresa's form- " Methinks it glides before me now , " Between me and yon ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) " Or at this hour I should not be 66 Telling old tales beneath a tree , " With starless skies my canopy . " But let me on : Theresa's form- " Methinks it glides before me now , " Between me and yon ...
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... hour . - There is a game , " A frivolous and foolish play , " Wherewith we while away the day ; " It is — I have ... hours , as if her will " Yet bound her to the place , though not “ That hers might be the winning lot . " Then through ...
... hour . - There is a game , " A frivolous and foolish play , " Wherewith we while away the day ; " It is — I have ... hours , as if her will " Yet bound her to the place , though not “ That hers might be the winning lot . " Then through ...
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... hour " Which led me to that lady's bower " Was fiery Expectation's dower . " My days and nights were nothing - all " Except that hour , which doth recal " In the long lapse from youth to age " No other like itself — I'd give " The ...
... hour " Which led me to that lady's bower " Was fiery Expectation's dower . " My days and nights were nothing - all " Except that hour , which doth recal " In the long lapse from youth to age " No other like itself — I'd give " The ...
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ABBOT Abydos Alhama Alhambra answer'd Arimanes art thou ASTARTE Ay de mi beautiful behold beneath blood breast breath bright brow call'd CHAMOIS clay clouds cold dare dark dead death deem'd deep despair dost doth dread dream dwell earth eyes fear feel gaze glory Granada grave hand hath heart heaven Hetman hour immortal King knew light limbs live lonely look MANFRED Mariamne Mazeppa mind monarch MONODY mortal mountain mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night o'er once pain pang pass'd Pausanias Pindus R. B. SHERIDAN SCENE sigh silent sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star steed sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thou wert thought throne thyself torture Twas Twere twill voice waves weep wild WITCH wither'd wouldst youth ἀγαπῶ Ζώη ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Стр. 122 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Стр. 118 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Стр. 154 - 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. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Стр. 72 - It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Стр. 237 - As once I wept, if I could weep My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
Стр. 320 - They slept on the abyss, without a surge, — The waves were dead : the tides were in their grave: The moon, their mistress, had expired before : The winds were withered in the stagnant air, And the clouds perished: Darkness had no need Of aid from them — she was the universe.
Стр. 235 - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
Стр. 62 - But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Стр. 130 - Away ; we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress : Will this unteach us to complain ? Or make one mourner weep the less ? And thou — who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
Стр. 109 - Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...