The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake, Հատորներ 3-4 |
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... feels : — There is no doubt that you deserve your ration , But pray give back a little to the nation . VII . I don't mean to reflect — a man so great as You , my lord duke ! is far above reflection . The high Roman fashion too of ...
... feels : — There is no doubt that you deserve your ration , But pray give back a little to the nation . VII . I don't mean to reflect — a man so great as You , my lord duke ! is far above reflection . The high Roman fashion too of ...
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... feel my brain turn round , And all my fancies whirling like a mill ; Which is a signal to my nerves and brain , To take a quiet ride in some green lane . END OF CANTO IX . NOTES TO CANTO IX . Note 1 , page 3 CANTO IX . 31.
... feel my brain turn round , And all my fancies whirling like a mill ; Which is a signal to my nerves and brain , To take a quiet ride in some green lane . END OF CANTO IX . NOTES TO CANTO IX . Note 1 , page 3 CANTO IX . 31.
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... feel a little strong At the first sight of Albion's chalky belt— A kind of pride that he should be among Those haughty shop - keepers , who sternly dealt Their goods and edicts out from pole to pole , And made the very billows pay them ...
... feel a little strong At the first sight of Albion's chalky belt— A kind of pride that he should be among Those haughty shop - keepers , who sternly dealt Their goods and edicts out from pole to pole , And made the very billows pay them ...
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... feel a mix'd regret and veneration For its decaying fame and former worth . Seven years ( the usual term of transportation ) Of absence , lay one's old resentments level , When a man's country ' s going to the devil . LXVII . Alas ...
... feel a mix'd regret and veneration For its decaying fame and former worth . Seven years ( the usual term of transportation ) Of absence , lay one's old resentments level , When a man's country ' s going to the devil . LXVII . Alas ...
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... feel quite Danish Or Dutch with thirst - What ho ! a flask of Rhenish . LXXIII . Oh , reader ! if that thou canst read , -- and know , ' Tis not enough to spell , or even to read , To constitute a reader ; there must go Virtues of which ...
... feel quite Danish Or Dutch with thirst - What ho ! a flask of Rhenish . LXXIII . Oh , reader ! if that thou canst read , -- and know , ' Tis not enough to spell , or even to read , To constitute a reader ; there must go Virtues of which ...
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ABBOT Adeline ALTADA ANGIOLINA ARBACES Assyria aught beauty BELESES beneath BENINTENDE BERTRAM BERTUCCIO FALIERO blood breath brow CALENDARO call'd CANTO CHAMOIS CHAMOIS HUNTER Council of Ten dare death DOGE Doge of Venice Don Juan dost doth dread Duke e'er earth Exit eyes fear feel foes gaze Giaour glory hath hear heard heart heaven honour hour ISRAEL BERTUCCIO king knew Lady least leave less light LIONI live look look'd lord MANFRED Marino Faliero Michel Steno MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA Parisina pass'd passion patrician perhaps prince Saint Saint Peter SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS satraps seem'd SFERO SIGNOR sire slave smile soldiers soul sovereign speak spirit stanza Steno sword tell thee there's thine things thou hast thought throne true turn'd unto Venice voice whate'er words wouldst young youth ZARINA
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Էջ 382 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Էջ 15 - But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will, Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Էջ 311 - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.
Էջ 64 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Էջ 404 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent ; Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race, There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; • Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse ; Thy victims ere they yet expire , Shall know the dsemon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are wither'd on the stem.
Էջ 56 - Caesars' palace came The owl's long cry, and, interruptedly, Of distant sentinels the fitful song Begun and died upon the gentle wind. Some cypresses beyond the time-worn breach Appeared to skirt the horizon ; yet they stood Within a bow-shot.
Էջ 62 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!
Էջ 56 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Էջ 40 - I do bear This punishment for both — that thou wilt be One of the blessed — and that I shall die ; For hitherto all hateful things conspire To bind me in existence — in a life Which makes me shrink from immortality — A future like the past.
Էջ 335 - The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.