The poetical works of lord Byron. Illustr. ed |
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... Within your mansion let me greet you : There we can love for hours together ,
Much better , in such snowy weather , Than placed in all th ' Arcadian groves That
ever witnessed rural loves ; Then , if my passion fail to please , Next night I ' ll be
...
... Within your mansion let me greet you : There we can love for hours together ,
Much better , in such snowy weather , Than placed in all th ' Arcadian groves That
ever witnessed rural loves ; Then , if my passion fail to please , Next night I ' ll be
...
Էջ 352
Then throw the worthless bauble by , Which , worn by thee , ev ' n slaves contemn
; And learn like better men to die ! Ob ! early in the balance weigh ' d , ADDRESS
And ever light of word and worth , Whose soul expired ere youth decay ' d ...
Then throw the worthless bauble by , Which , worn by thee , ev ' n slaves contemn
; And learn like better men to die ! Ob ! early in the balance weigh ' d , ADDRESS
And ever light of word and worth , Whose soul expired ere youth decay ' d ...
Էջ 354
But these are better than the gloomy errors , The weeds of nations in their last
decay , When Vice walks forth with her unsoften ' d terrors , And Mirth is madness
, and but smiles to slay ; And hope is nothing but a false delay , The sick man ' s ...
But these are better than the gloomy errors , The weeds of nations in their last
decay , When Vice walks forth with her unsoften ' d terrors , And Mirth is madness
, and but smiles to slay ; And hope is nothing but a false delay , The sick man ' s ...
Էջ 355
... in which long yoked they plough ' d Better , though each man ' s life - blood
were a river , The sand , - or if there sprung the yellow grain , That it should flow ,
and overflow , than creep ' Twas not for them , their necks were too much
Through ...
... in which long yoked they plough ' d Better , though each man ' s life - blood
were a river , The sand , - or if there sprung the yellow grain , That it should flow ,
and overflow , than creep ' Twas not for them , their necks were too much
Through ...
Էջ 357
I had been better than I now can be ; Mercy is for the merciful ! - - if thou The
passions which have torn me would have slept ; Hast been of such , ' twill be
accorded now . I bad not suffer ' d , and thou hadst not wept . | Thy nights are
banish ' d ...
I had been better than I now can be ; Mercy is for the merciful ! - - if thou The
passions which have torn me would have slept ; Hast been of such , ' twill be
accorded now . I bad not suffer ' d , and thou hadst not wept . | Thy nights are
banish ' d ...
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Էջ 418 - 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. He heard it, but he heeded not— his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Էջ 400 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake , Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Էջ 394 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay ; The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Էջ 400 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Էջ 398 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below, LXIII.
Էջ 407 - 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 405 - 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 Looked to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Էջ 422 - 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.
Էջ 383 - 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 flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Էջ 393 - 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...
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| Վերնագիր | The poetical works of lord Byron. Illustr. ed |
| Հեղինակ | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Հրատարակիչ | Virtue, 1879 |
| Original from | Օքսֆորդի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 10 Ապրիլ 2006 |
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