The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 8 |
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... Constantine , are inconsiderable ; for the removal of the statues of bronze , and marble , and ivory , could not greatly affect the general ap LXIII . Of thee hereafter.- Ev'n amidst my strain I CANTO I. 45 PILGRIMAGE .
... Constantine , are inconsiderable ; for the removal of the statues of bronze , and marble , and ivory , could not greatly affect the general ap LXIII . Of thee hereafter.- Ev'n amidst my strain I CANTO I. 45 PILGRIMAGE .
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... , the Lion of St. Mark , the standard of the republic , which is the origin of the word Pantaloon - Piantaleone , Pantaleon , Pantaloon . Statues of glass XV . all shiver'd- the long file 0 4 CANTO IV . 199 PILGRIMAGE .
... , the Lion of St. Mark , the standard of the republic , which is the origin of the word Pantaloon - Piantaleone , Pantaleon , Pantaloon . Statues of glass XV . all shiver'd- the long file 0 4 CANTO IV . 199 PILGRIMAGE .
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With His Letters and Journals, and His Life George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Statues of glass XV . all shiver'd- the long file Of her dead Doges are declined to dust ; But where they dwelt , the vast and sumptuous pile Bespeaks the ...
With His Letters and Journals, and His Life George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Statues of glass XV . all shiver'd- the long file Of her dead Doges are declined to dust ; But where they dwelt , the vast and sumptuous pile Bespeaks the ...
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... statues at Florence , and afterwards at Rome , is such as might have been expected from any great poet , whose youthful mind had , ike his , been imbued with those classical ideas and associations which afford so many sources of ...
... statues at Florence , and afterwards at Rome , is such as might have been expected from any great poet , whose youthful mind had , ike his , been imbued with those classical ideas and associations which afford so many sources of ...
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... statue's form , and look like gods below . LIII . I leave to learned fingers , and wise hands , The artist and his ape ( 1 ) , to teach and tell How well his connoisseurship understands The graceful bend , and the voluptuous swell : Let ...
... statue's form , and look like gods below . LIII . I leave to learned fingers , and wise hands , The artist and his ape ( 1 ) , to teach and tell How well his connoisseurship understands The graceful bend , and the voluptuous swell : Let ...
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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...