The works of lord Byron, Հատոր 1 |
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Արդյունքներ 42–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... step from splendour to disgrace ; Enough - no foreign foe could quell Thy soul , till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self - abasement paved the way To vilain - bonds and despot sway . What can he tell who treads thy shore ? No legend of ...
... step from splendour to disgrace ; Enough - no foreign foe could quell Thy soul , till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self - abasement paved the way To vilain - bonds and despot sway . What can he tell who treads thy shore ? No legend of ...
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... steps of fellow man , So here the very voice of Grief Might wake an Echo like relief— At least ' twould say , “ all are not gone ; " There lingers Life , though but in one— ” For many a gilded chamber's there , Which Solitude might well ...
... steps of fellow man , So here the very voice of Grief Might wake an Echo like relief— At least ' twould say , “ all are not gone ; " There lingers Life , though but in one— ” For many a gilded chamber's there , Which Solitude might well ...
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... steps of stranger man Along the banks that bound her tide ; Thus rose fair Leila's whiter neck : - Thus arm'd with beauty would she check Intrusion's glance , till Folly's gaze Shrunk from the charms it meant to praise . Thus high and ...
... steps of stranger man Along the banks that bound her tide ; Thus rose fair Leila's whiter neck : - Thus arm'd with beauty would she check Intrusion's glance , till Folly's gaze Shrunk from the charms it meant to praise . Thus high and ...
Էջ 34
... dread beheld , with gloom beholding " The rites that sanctify the pile . " But when the anthem shakes the choir , " And kneel the monks , his steps retire ; " By yonder lone and wavering torch " His aspect 34 THE GIAOUR .
... dread beheld , with gloom beholding " The rites that sanctify the pile . " But when the anthem shakes the choir , " And kneel the monks , his steps retire ; " By yonder lone and wavering torch " His aspect 34 THE GIAOUR .
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... steps of fate , " To save or slay , as these require , “ Through rending steel , and rolling fire : " Nor needst thou doubt this speech from one " Who would but do - what he hath done . " Death is but what the haughty brave , " The weak ...
... steps of fate , " To save or slay , as these require , “ Through rending steel , and rolling fire : " Nor needst thou doubt this speech from one " Who would but do - what he hath done . " Death is but what the haughty brave , " The weak ...
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Էջ 321 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Էջ 318 - 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 Ran over with the glad surprise, And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery.
Էջ 321 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Էջ 307 - 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.
Էջ 309 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Էջ 315 - Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face. The infant love of all his race.
Էջ 93 - 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 hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Էջ 315 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...