The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Том 6 |
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... tear From off thy faithless brow , and swear Thine injured country's sons to spare , Or thou art lost ; and never shalt see , Not earth - that's past - but heaven or me . If this thou dost accord , albeit A beavy doom ' tis thine to ...
... tear From off thy faithless brow , and swear Thine injured country's sons to spare , Or thou art lost ; and never shalt see , Not earth - that's past - but heaven or me . If this thou dost accord , albeit A beavy doom ' tis thine to ...
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... tears had passed , as light winds pass O'er lakes , to ruffle , not destroy their glass , Whose depths unsearch'd , and fountains from the hill , Restore their surface , in itself so still , Until the earthquake tear the Naiad's cave ...
... tears had passed , as light winds pass O'er lakes , to ruffle , not destroy their glass , Whose depths unsearch'd , and fountains from the hill , Restore their surface , in itself so still , Until the earthquake tear the Naiad's cave ...
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... tears ? No , no ; -they woo and clasp us to their spheres , Dissolve this clog and clod of clay before Its hour , and merge our soul in the great shore . Strip off this fond and false identity ! - Who thinks of self , when gazing on the ...
... tears ? No , no ; -they woo and clasp us to their spheres , Dissolve this clog and clod of clay before Its hour , and merge our soul in the great shore . Strip off this fond and false identity ! - Who thinks of self , when gazing on the ...
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... shoal . My Neuha ! ah ! and must my fate pursue Not me alone , but one so sweet and true ? But whatsoe'er betide , ah , Neuha ! now Unman me not ; the hour will not allow A tear ; I am thine whatever intervenes ! " 68 THE ISLAND .
... shoal . My Neuha ! ah ! and must my fate pursue Not me alone , but one so sweet and true ? But whatsoe'er betide , ah , Neuha ! now Unman me not ; the hour will not allow A tear ; I am thine whatever intervenes ! " 68 THE ISLAND .
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) A tear ; I am thine whatever intervenes ! " " Right , " quoth Ben , " that will do for the marines . " " That will do for the marines , but the sailors won't believe it , " is an old saying ; and one ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) A tear ; I am thine whatever intervenes ! " " Right , " quoth Ben , " that will do for the marines . " " That will do for the marines , but the sailors won't believe it , " is an old saying ; and one ...
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Стр. 216 - THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lull'd winds seem dreaming, And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep : So the spirit bows before thee, To listen and adore thee ; With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
Стр. 235 - I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air...
Стр. 233 - Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee.
Стр. 237 - The World was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless — A lump of death — a chaos of hard clay.
Стр. 245 - He fed on poisons, and they had no power, But were a kind of nutriment; he lived Through that which had been death to many men, And made him friends of mountains: with the stars And the quick Spirit of the Universe He held his dialogues; and they did teach To him the magic of their mysteries; To him the book of Night was open'd wide, And voices from the deep abyss reveal'd A marvel and a secret— Be it so.
Стр. 242 - That he was wretched, but she saw not all. He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand ; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came, ; He...
Стр. 109 - AND it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.
Стр. 217 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Стр. 218 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth, Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more may meet.
Стр. 243 - I saw him stand Before an Altar— with a gentle bride; Her face was fair, but was not that which made The Starlight of his Boyhood;— as he stood Even at the Altar, o'er his brow there came The self-same aspect, and the quivering shock That in the antique Oratory shook His bosom in its solitude; and then— As in that hour— a moment o'er his...