The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake, Հատոր 7 |
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... never saw but one extract , quoted in the notes to Caliph Vathek ; so that - if I do not err — this poem may be considered as a metrical experiment . The cantos are short , and about the same length of those of the poet whose name I ...
... never saw but one extract , quoted in the notes to Caliph Vathek ; so that - if I do not err — this poem may be considered as a metrical experiment . The cantos are short , and about the same length of those of the poet whose name I ...
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... never more , save when the cloud Which overhangs the Apennine , my mind's eye Pierces to fancy Florence , once so proud Of me , can I return , though but to die , Unto my native soil , they have not yet Quench'd the old exile's spirit ...
... never more , save when the cloud Which overhangs the Apennine , my mind's eye Pierces to fancy Florence , once so proud Of me , can I return , though but to die , Unto my native soil , they have not yet Quench'd the old exile's spirit ...
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... never granted until now , And yet thou hast permitted this to me . Alas ! with what a weight upon my brow The sense of earth and earthly things come back , Corrosive passions , feelings dull and low , The heart's quick throb upon the ...
... never granted until now , And yet thou hast permitted this to me . Alas ! with what a weight upon my brow The sense of earth and earthly things come back , Corrosive passions , feelings dull and low , The heart's quick throb upon the ...
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... never , never Shall foreign standard to thy walls advance But Tiber shall become a mournful river . Oh ! when the strangers pass the Alps and Po , Crush them , ye rocks ! floods , whelm them , and for ever ! Why sleep the idle ...
... never , never Shall foreign standard to thy walls advance But Tiber shall become a mournful river . Oh ! when the strangers pass the Alps and Po , Crush them , ye rocks ! floods , whelm them , and for ever ! Why sleep the idle ...
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... never knew , Are the Alps weaker than Thermopyla ? Their passes more alluring to the view Of an invader ? is it they , or ye , yet That to each host the mountain - gate unbar , And leave the march in peace , the passage free ? Why ...
... never knew , Are the Alps weaker than Thermopyla ? Their passes more alluring to the view Of an invader ? is it they , or ye , yet That to each host the mountain - gate unbar , And leave the march in peace , the passage free ? Why ...
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abbot Alhama bard beauty behold beneath blest blood bosom Bowles Bowles's breast breath brow Calmar catholic CATULLUS chief clime Cortana dare dark dead dear death deeds dream Dunciad earth Edinburgh Review envy falchion fame fate fear feel fire foes gaze gentle glory glow hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven hero honour hope hour Jack Shephard king live Lochlin Lord Byron lyre mind Morgante MORGANTE MAGGIORE Morven mountain mourn muse ne'er never Newstead Abbey night Nisus and Euryalus noble Note numbers o'er once Orla Orlando Oscar Pallas perchance Phidias poem poet poetical poetry Pope praise pride rhyme rise scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh sleep smile song soul Spain spirit STANZAS sweet tears thee thine thing thou art thought throne tomb translation tremble verse voice wave weep wing youth
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Էջ 298 - That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Էջ 279 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Էջ 399 - WHEN we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.
Էջ 312 - Where had been heaped a mass of holy things For an unholy usage ; they raked up, And shivering scraped, with their cold skeleton hands, The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery ; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other's aspects — saw, and shrieked, and died — Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose brow Famine had written Fiend.
Էջ 305 - To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all : upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously — his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony.
Էջ 288 - ... should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord, Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath! Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet ! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet. Farewell to others, but never we part, Heir to my royalty, son of my heart ! Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway, Or kingly the death, which awaits...
Էջ 238 - to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books for fear of growing double;»i Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Էջ 315 - Titan ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise, What was thy pity's recompense? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
Էջ 438 - Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Էջ 291 - Shall it survey, shall it recall : Each fainter trace that memory holds So darkly of departed years, In one broad glance the soul beholds, And all, that was, at once appears.