Selections from Byron: The Prisoner of Chillon, Mazeppa, and Other PoemsGinn, 1907 - 101 էջ |
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... GREECE KNOW YE THE LAND ? SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE . VISION OF BELSHAZZAR THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB STANZAS FOR MUSIC . NAPOLEON'S FAREWELL STANZAS FOR MUSIC . FARE THEE WELL SONNET ON CHILLON . THE ...
... GREECE KNOW YE THE LAND ? SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE . VISION OF BELSHAZZAR THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB STANZAS FOR MUSIC . NAPOLEON'S FAREWELL STANZAS FOR MUSIC . FARE THEE WELL SONNET ON CHILLON . THE ...
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... Tis Sweet to Hear . . . ” The Shipwreck 87 88 The Isles of Greece 94 Sweet Hour of Twilight 97 On this Day I Complete my Thirty - sixth Year 99 Byron a great INTRODUCTION GEORGE GORDON , LORD BYRON Less xii SELECTIONS FROM BYRON.
... Tis Sweet to Hear . . . ” The Shipwreck 87 88 The Isles of Greece 94 Sweet Hour of Twilight 97 On this Day I Complete my Thirty - sixth Year 99 Byron a great INTRODUCTION GEORGE GORDON , LORD BYRON Less xii SELECTIONS FROM BYRON.
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... Greece . He was entertained by the famous Albanian bandit and despot , Ali Pasha ; visited Missolonghi , where some twelve years later he was to die ; and spent several months at Athens , where he finished the first canto of Childe ...
... Greece . He was entertained by the famous Albanian bandit and despot , Ali Pasha ; visited Missolonghi , where some twelve years later he was to die ; and spent several months at Athens , where he finished the first canto of Childe ...
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... Greece . Whatever we of the present day may think of the character of the relationship , and certainly that is beyond approbation , it is admitted that the Countess Guiccioli was a refining influence in Byron's life . She was a faithful ...
... Greece . Whatever we of the present day may think of the character of the relationship , and certainly that is beyond approbation , it is admitted that the Countess Guiccioli was a refining influence in Byron's life . She was a faithful ...
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... Greece was in the midst of a desperate struggle for independence of Turkey . Beset with foes without and within , she was in dire straits for want of money and competent leadership . In erty : a new England a England a " Greek Committee ...
... Greece was in the midst of a desperate struggle for independence of Turkey . Beset with foes without and within , she was in dire straits for want of money and competent leadership . In erty : a new England a England a " Greek Committee ...
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Էջ 47 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Էջ 95 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships by thousands lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day, And when the sun set, where were they?
Էջ 17 - 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 54 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Էջ 14 - 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...
Էջ 52 - He heard it, but he heeded not - his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother - he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday All this rush'd with his blood - Shall he expire And unavenged?
Էջ 44 - 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 looked 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 ! XXII.
Էջ 34 - Deserved to be dearest of all: In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
Էջ 25 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Էջ 55 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.