The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 8 |
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... mountain , from Chrysso , are the remains of , sepulchres hewn in and from the rock . " One , " said the guide , " of a king who broke his neck hunting . " His majesty had certainly chosen the fittest spot for such an achievement . A ...
... mountain , from Chrysso , are the remains of , sepulchres hewn in and from the rock . " One , " said the guide , " of a king who broke his neck hunting . " His majesty had certainly chosen the fittest spot for such an achievement . A ...
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... mountain greets them on their way , And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay ; And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap , [ reap . And steer ' twixt fertile shores where yet few rustics xv . Oh ...
... mountain greets them on their way , And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay ; And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap , [ reap . And steer ' twixt fertile shores where yet few rustics xv . Oh ...
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... mountain - moss by scorching skies imbrown'd , The sunken glen , whose sunless shrubs must weep , The tender azure of the unruffled deep , The orange tints that gild the greenest bough , The torrents that from cliff to valley leap , The ...
... mountain - moss by scorching skies imbrown'd , The sunken glen , whose sunless shrubs must weep , The tender azure of the unruffled deep , The orange tints that gild the greenest bough , The torrents that from cliff to valley leap , The ...
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... mountain's ever beauteous brow : But now , as if a thing unblest by Man , Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou ! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted , portals gaping wide ; Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom ...
... mountain's ever beauteous brow : But now , as if a thing unblest by Man , Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou ! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted , portals gaping wide ; Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom ...
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... mountains he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet soon he thought to flee , More restless than the swallow in the skies : Though here awhile he learn'd to moralize , For Meditation fix'd at times on him ; And ...
... mountains he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet soon he thought to flee , More restless than the swallow in the skies : Though here awhile he learn'd to moralize , For Meditation fix'd at times on him ; And ...
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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...