The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 8 |
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... maid , accord ; nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend . Such is thy name with this my verse entwined ; And long as kinder eyes a look shall cast On Harold's page ...
... maid , accord ; nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend . Such is thy name with this my verse entwined ; And long as kinder eyes a look shall cast On Harold's page ...
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... maid , aroused , Hangs on the willow her unstrung guitar , And , all unsex'd , the anlace hath espoused , Sung the loud song , and dared the deed of war ? And she , whom once the semblance of a scar Appall'd , an owlet's larum chill'd ...
... maid , aroused , Hangs on the willow her unstrung guitar , And , all unsex'd , the anlace hath espoused , Sung the loud song , and dared the deed of war ? And she , whom once the semblance of a scar Appall'd , an owlet's larum chill'd ...
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... Maid of Saragoza , who by her valour elevated herself to the highest rank of heroines . When the author was at ... maids no race of Amazons 42 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... Maid of Saragoza , who by her valour elevated herself to the highest rank of heroines . When the author was at ... maids no race of Amazons 42 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... maids no race of Amazons , But form'd for all the witching arts of love : Though thus in arms they emulate her sons , And in the horrid phalanx dare to move , ' Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove , Pecking the hand that hovers o ...
... maids no race of Amazons , But form'd for all the witching arts of love : Though thus in arms they emulate her sons , And in the horrid phalanx dare to move , ' Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove , Pecking the hand that hovers o ...
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... maids of Heaven , angelically kind . LX , Oh , thou Parnassus ! ( 3 ) whom I now survey , Not in the phrensy of a dreamer's eye , Not in the fabled landscape of a lay , But soaring snow - clad through thy native sky , In the wild pomp ...
... maids of Heaven , angelically kind . LX , Oh , thou Parnassus ! ( 3 ) whom I now survey , Not in the phrensy of a dreamer's eye , Not in the fabled landscape of a lay , But soaring snow - clad through thy native sky , In the wild pomp ...
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Էջ 267 - 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.
Էջ 144 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Էջ 249 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him! — He is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Էջ 205 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Էջ 142 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Էջ 77 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Էջ 144 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Էջ 143 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Էջ 174 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Էջ 165 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...