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The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake
Полный просмотр - 1825
ADAH answer arms ARNOLD aught BARBARIGO bear beautiful beneath better blood born breath brother CAIN CESAR chief dare dark dead death deeds deep DOGE earth Enter eternal face fair fall father fear feel follow GABOR gaze give hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour IDENSTEIN JACOPO FOSCARI JOSEPHINE knew land late least leave less light live look lord LOREDANO LUCIFER MARINA means meet mortal nature ne'er never night Note nought o'er once pass past rest round scarce seems seen SIEGENDORF silent smile soul sound speak spirit STRALENHEIM STRANGER tears thee thine things thou thought true turn ULRIC voice walls waters wave WERNER wild wind young
Стр. 358 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain, With marks that will not wear away...
Стр. 370 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are ; — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
Стр. 364 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind, And grieved for those he left behind : With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Стр. 120 - tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell.
Стр. 191 - There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp Burns the slow flame, eternal — but unseen; Which not the darkness of despair can damp, Though vain its ray as it had never been.
Стр. 367 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Стр. 365 - Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place. One on the earth, and one beneath — My brothers — both had ceased to breathe.
Стр. 119 - Gul in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In color though varied, in beauty may vie...
Стр. 369 - Oh, thou beautiful And unimaginable ether ! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights ! what are ye ? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden ? Is your course measured for ye ? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion — at which my soul aches to think — Intoxicated with eternity...