The Works of Lord Byron: Embracing His Suppressed Poems, and a Sketch of His Life ...Phillips, Sampson,, 1854 - Всего страниц: 1071 |
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... father . " town , a Mr. Rogers , who read parts of Virgil and Though he was lame , " says one of his school- Cicero with him . The name of the man whose fellows , " he was a great lover of sports , and pre- pretensions in curing ...
... father . " town , a Mr. Rogers , who read parts of Virgil and Though he was lame , " says one of his school- Cicero with him . The name of the man whose fellows , " he was a great lover of sports , and pre- pretensions in curing ...
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... father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee and one above . 5 . My father bless'd me fervently , Yet did not much complain ; But sorely will my mother sigh Till I come back again .'- " Enough ...
... father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee and one above . 5 . My father bless'd me fervently , Yet did not much complain ; But sorely will my mother sigh Till I come back again .'- " Enough ...
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... father Possevin was them , allowed to be acted . It was observed by proved never to have read the book , and the father Cicero , that nowhere were the true opinions and Lucchesini not to have understood it . It is clear , feelings of ...
... father Possevin was them , allowed to be acted . It was observed by proved never to have read the book , and the father Cicero , that nowhere were the true opinions and Lucchesini not to have understood it . It is clear , feelings of ...
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... father , no , ' twas not a dream ; Alas ! the dreamer first must sleep , I only watch'd , and wish'd to weep ; But could not , for my burning brow Throbb'd to the very brain as now : I wish'd but for a single tear , As something welcome ...
... father , no , ' twas not a dream ; Alas ! the dreamer first must sleep , I only watch'd , and wish'd to weep ; But could not , for my burning brow Throbb'd to the very brain as now : I wish'd but for a single tear , As something welcome ...
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... father , rage not - nor forget That none can pierce that secret bower But those who watch the women's tower . " IV . " Son of a slave ! " - the Pacha said- " From unbelieving mother bred , Vain were a father's hope to see Aught that ...
... father , rage not - nor forget That none can pierce that secret bower But those who watch the women's tower . " IV . " Son of a slave ! " - the Pacha said- " From unbelieving mother bred , Vain were a father's hope to see Aught that ...
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Стр. 63 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Стр. 63 - Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Стр. 44 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Стр. 63 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime. The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Стр. 183 - ETERNAL Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart — The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Стр. 183 - And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left: Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp: 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...
Стр. 41 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray ; And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers...
Стр. 39 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Стр. 186 - As then to me he seem'd to fly, And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled — and would fain I had not left my recent chain ; And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load...
Стр. 38 - Stop ! — For thy tread is on an Empire's dust ! An Earthquake's spoil is sepulchred below ! Is the spot mark'd with no colossal bust ? Nor column trophied for triumphal show ? None ; but the moral's truth tells simpler so, As the ground was before, thus let it be;— How that red rain hath made the harvest grow ! And is this all the world has gain'd by thee, Thou first and last of fields ! king-making Victory ? XVIII.