The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Հատոր 4,Մաս 2J. Murray, 1873 |
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... true courtesies : Whate'er thou hast acquired from then till now , With knightly courage , treasure , or the lance , Is sprung from out the noble blood of France . VIII . Dodici paladini aveva in corte Carlo ; e'l MORGANTE MAGGIORE . 31.
... true courtesies : Whate'er thou hast acquired from then till now , With knightly courage , treasure , or the lance , Is sprung from out the noble blood of France . VIII . Dodici paladini aveva in corte Carlo ; e'l MORGANTE MAGGIORE . 31.
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... true brand , And pagan Passamont died unredeem'd , Yet harsh and haughty , as he lay he bann'd , And most devoutly Macon still blasphemed ; But while his crude , rude blasphemies he heard , Orlando thank'd the Father and the Word ...
... true brand , And pagan Passamont died unredeem'd , Yet harsh and haughty , as he lay he bann'd , And most devoutly Macon still blasphemed ; But while his crude , rude blasphemies he heard , Orlando thank'd the Father and the Word ...
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... true God , you will not then deny us Eternal honour , you will go above , And , if you please , as friends we will ally us , And I will love you with a perfect love . Your idols are vain liars , full of fraud : The only true God is the ...
... true God , you will not then deny us Eternal honour , you will go above , And , if you please , as friends we will ally us , And I will love you with a perfect love . Your idols are vain liars , full of fraud : The only true God is the ...
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... true Scripture soundeth openly , Good is rewarded , and chastised the ill , Which the Lord never faileth to fulfil : L. " Because his love of justice unto all Is such , he wills his judgment should devour All who have sin , however ...
... true Scripture soundeth openly , Good is rewarded , and chastised the ill , Which the Lord never faileth to fulfil : L. " Because his love of justice unto all Is such , he wills his judgment should devour All who have sin , however ...
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... true and perfect friend will show Yourself to Christ , as once you were a foe . LVIII . " And one of our apostles , Saul once nained , Long persecuted sore the faith of Christ , Till , one day , by the Spirit being inflamed , ' Why dost ...
... true and perfect friend will show Yourself to Christ , as once you were a foe . LVIII . " And one of our apostles , Saul once nained , Long persecuted sore the faith of Christ , Till , one day , by the Spirit being inflamed , ' Why dost ...
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Էջ 351 - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning, as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
Էջ 297 - 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 336 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece — she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake. And then strike home!
Էջ 286 - There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay ; Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
Էջ 287 - 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.
Էջ 294 - 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...
Էջ 315 - Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate; And, whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate!
Էջ 221 - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.
Էջ 227 - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed nil his worth. Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth : While man, vain insect ! hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Էջ 257 - AND thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth ; And form so soft, and charms SO rare, Too soon return'd to Earth ! Though Earth received them in her bed, And o'er the spot the crowd may tread In carelessness or mirth, There is an eye which could not brook A moment on that grave to look.