The works of lord Byron, Հատոր 1 |
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Արդյունքներ 39–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... thousand songs are heard on high , Blooms blushing to her lover's tale : His queen , the garden queen , his Rose , Unbent by winds , unchill'd by snows , Far from the winters of the west , By every breeze and season blest , Returns the ...
... thousand songs are heard on high , Blooms blushing to her lover's tale : His queen , the garden queen , his Rose , Unbent by winds , unchill'd by snows , Far from the winters of the west , By every breeze and season blest , Returns the ...
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... thousand throes , And maddening in her ire , One sad and sole relief she knows , The sting she nourish'd for her foes , Whose venom never yet was vain , Gives but one pang , and cures all pain , And darts into her desperate brain : So ...
... thousand throes , And maddening in her ire , One sad and sole relief she knows , The sting she nourish'd for her foes , Whose venom never yet was vain , Gives but one pang , and cures all pain , And darts into her desperate brain : So ...
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... thousand tales " is one of his appellations . Note 3 , page 6 , line 20 . Till the gay mariner's guitar . The guitar is the constant amusement of the Greek sailor by night : with a steady fair wind , and during a calm , it is accom ...
... thousand tales " is one of his appellations . Note 3 , page 6 , line 20 . Till the gay mariner's guitar . The guitar is the constant amusement of the Greek sailor by night : with a steady fair wind , and during a calm , it is accom ...
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... thousand avenues . Ambition's dreams expiring , love's regret , Endanger'd glory , life itself beset ; The joy untasted , the contempt or hate ' Gainst those who fain would triumph in our fate ; The hopeless past , the hasting future ...
... thousand avenues . Ambition's dreams expiring , love's regret , Endanger'd glory , life itself beset ; The joy untasted , the contempt or hate ' Gainst those who fain would triumph in our fate ; The hopeless past , the hasting future ...
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... thousand thoughts begin to end in one , Which seeks from all the refuge found in none ; No words suffice the secret soul to show , For Truth denies all eloquence to Woe . On Conrad's stricken soul exhaustion prest , And stupor almost ...
... thousand thoughts begin to end in one , Which seeks from all the refuge found in none ; No words suffice the secret soul to show , For Truth denies all eloquence to Woe . On Conrad's stricken soul exhaustion prest , And stupor almost ...
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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...