The Select Poetical Works of Lord Byron: Containing The Corsair, Lara, The Giaour, The Siege of Corinth, The Bride of Abydos, Parisina, Mazeppa, The Prisoner of Chillon, EtcB. Cormon and Blanc, 1836 - Всего страниц: 244 |
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... hour - and we are gone . Sling on thy bugle - see that free from rust , My carbine lock springs worthy of my trust ; Be the edge sharpened of my boarding - brand , And give its guard more room to fit my hand . This let the Armourer with ...
... hour - and we are gone . Sling on thy bugle - see that free from rust , My carbine lock springs worthy of my trust ; Be the edge sharpened of my boarding - brand , And give its guard more room to fit my hand . This let the Armourer with ...
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... hour . Yes - it was Love - if thoughts of tenderness , Tried in temptation , strengthened by distress , Unmoved by absence , firm in every clime , And yet - Oh more than all ! -untired by time ; Which nor defeated hope , nor baffled ...
... hour . Yes - it was Love - if thoughts of tenderness , Tried in temptation , strengthened by distress , Unmoved by absence , firm in every clime , And yet - Oh more than all ! -untired by time ; Which nor defeated hope , nor baffled ...
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... hour again - but not for long - we part . » << This hour we part ! -my heart foreboded this : Thus ever fade my fairy dreams of bliss . << This hour - it cannot be - this hour away ! << Yon bark , hath hardly anchored in the bay : « Her ...
... hour again - but not for long - we part . » << This hour we part ! -my heart foreboded this : Thus ever fade my fairy dreams of bliss . << This hour - it cannot be - this hour away ! << Yon bark , hath hardly anchored in the bay : « Her ...
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... - Why doth he start , and inly seen to mourn ? Alas ! those eyes beheld his rocky tower , And live a moment o'er the parting hour ; She - his Medora - did she mark the prow ? >> - ; Ah ! never loved he half so much 20 THE CORSAIR .
... - Why doth he start , and inly seen to mourn ? Alas ! those eyes beheld his rocky tower , And live a moment o'er the parting hour ; She - his Medora - did she mark the prow ? >> - ; Ah ! never loved he half so much 20 THE CORSAIR .
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... hour is ever late ? Mean time , the steady breeze serenely blew , And fast and falcon - like the vessel flew ; Passed the high headlands of each clustering isle , To gain their port - long - long ere morning smile : And soon the night ...
... hour is ever late ? Mean time , the steady breeze serenely blew , And fast and falcon - like the vessel flew ; Passed the high headlands of each clustering isle , To gain their port - long - long ere morning smile : And soon the night ...
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Стр. 238 - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, Lone as the corse within its shroud, Lone as a solitary cloud, — A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the re.st of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Стр. 232 - Twas still some solace, in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each With some new hope or legend old, Or song heroically bold; But even these at length grew cold.
Стр. 95 - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away...
Стр. 237 - A light broke in upon my brain,— It was the carol of a bird; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes...
Стр. 232 - ... well in his degree. The youngest, whom my father loved, Because our mother's brow was given To him, with eyes as blue as heaven — For him my soul was sorely moved. And truly might it be...
Стр. 37 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, ^ Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Стр. 235 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Стр. 5 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Стр. 234 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake unshock'd, Because I could have smiled to see The death that would have set me free.
Стр. 239 - With links unfasten'd did remain, And it was liberty to stride Along my cell from side to side, And up and down, and then athwart, And tread it over every part; And round the pillars one by one, Returning where my walk begun, Avoiding only, as I trod, My brothers...