The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Last London Ed. Containing, Besides the Notes and Illustrations by Moore, Walter Scott, Campbell &c., Considerable Additions and Original Notes. To which is Prefixed a Life by Thomas MooreJ. Baer, 1846 |
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... rest ! Rough was thy soul , Orla ! yet soft to me as the dew of morn . It glared on others in lightning : to me a silver beam of night . Bear my sword to blue - eyed Mora ; let it hang in my empty hall . It is not pure from blood but it ...
... rest ! Rough was thy soul , Orla ! yet soft to me as the dew of morn . It glared on others in lightning : to me a silver beam of night . Bear my sword to blue - eyed Mora ; let it hang in my empty hall . It is not pure from blood but it ...
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... rest . He probably had no precise opinion on the subject of re- To a memorandum of the writers on Divinity , whose works he had perused , he is stated by Moore to have subjoined the follow- ing remark : " I abhor Looks of religion ...
... rest . He probably had no precise opinion on the subject of re- To a memorandum of the writers on Divinity , whose works he had perused , he is stated by Moore to have subjoined the follow- ing remark : " I abhor Looks of religion ...
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... rest . ( 2 ) LINES WRITTEN BENEATH AN ELM IN THE CHURCHYARD OF HARROW . ( 3 ) SPOT of my youth , whose hoary branches sigh , Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky ; ( 1 ) " The ' imagination all compact , ' which the greatest ...
... rest . ( 2 ) LINES WRITTEN BENEATH AN ELM IN THE CHURCHYARD OF HARROW . ( 3 ) SPOT of my youth , whose hoary branches sigh , Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky ; ( 1 ) " The ' imagination all compact , ' which the greatest ...
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... rest him on his pilgrimage ; And o'er him many changing scenes must roll Ere toil his thirst for travel can assuage , Or he shall calm his breast , or learn experience sage . XXIX . Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay , Where dwelt ...
... rest him on his pilgrimage ; And o'er him many changing scenes must roll Ere toil his thirst for travel can assuage , Or he shall calm his breast , or learn experience sage . XXIX . Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay , Where dwelt ...
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... rest , or flies ; And Vice , that digs her own voluptuous tomb , Had buried long his hopes , no more to rise : Pleasure's pall'd victim ! life - abhorring gloom Wrote on his faded brow curst Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV . Still he ...
... rest , or flies ; And Vice , that digs her own voluptuous tomb , Had buried long his hopes , no more to rise : Pleasure's pall'd victim ! life - abhorring gloom Wrote on his faded brow curst Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV . Still he ...
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Стр. 283 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Стр. 126 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Стр. 126 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Стр. 162 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ! Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Стр. 135 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, —'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Стр. 162 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar...
Стр. 162 - 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. 163 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Стр. 158 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low- — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Стр. 126 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!