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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... mind seems nourished by that abstinence . << Steer to that shore ! » - they said . « Do this ! » -'tis done : << Now form and follow me ! >> -the spoil is won . Thus prompt his accents and his actions still , And all obey and few ...
... mind seems nourished by that abstinence . << Steer to that shore ! » - they said . « Do this ! » -'tis done : << Now form and follow me ! >> -the spoil is won . Thus prompt his accents and his actions still , And all obey and few ...
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... Mind ! Linked with success , assumed and kept with skill , That moulds another's weakness to its will ; Wields with their hands , but , still to these unknown , Makes even their mightiest deeds appear his own . Such hath it been - shall ...
... Mind ! Linked with success , assumed and kept with skill , That moulds another's weakness to its will ; Wields with their hands , but , still to these unknown , Makes even their mightiest deeds appear his own . Such hath it been - shall ...
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... mind Worked feelings fearful , and yet undefined ; Such might it be - that none could truly tell - Too close inquiry his stern glance would quell . There breathe but few whose aspect might defy The full encounter of his searching eye ...
... mind Worked feelings fearful , and yet undefined ; Such might it be - that none could truly tell - Too close inquiry his stern glance would quell . There breathe but few whose aspect might defy The full encounter of his searching eye ...
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... mind : Again he hurries on- and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears The busy sounds , the bustle of the shore , The shout , the signal , and the dashing oar ; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast , The anchors rise ...
... mind : Again he hurries on- and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears The busy sounds , the bustle of the shore , The shout , the signal , and the dashing oar ; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast , The anchors rise ...
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... mind , When all its elements convulsed - combined- Lie dark and jarring with perturbed force , And gnashing with impenitent Remorse ; ec That juggling fiend - who never spake before- But cries , I warned thee ! » when the deed is o'er ...
... mind , When all its elements convulsed - combined- Lie dark and jarring with perturbed force , And gnashing with impenitent Remorse ; ec That juggling fiend - who never spake before- But cries , I warned thee ! » when the deed is o'er ...
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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...