The poetical works of lord Byron. Illustr. ed |
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... when remembrance , de - Yet still , though we bend with a feign ' d resignation ,
ploring , Life beams not for us with one ray that can cheer , Contemplates the
scenes of her youth with a Love and hope upon earth bring no more consolatear
...
... when remembrance , de - Yet still , though we bend with a feign ' d resignation ,
ploring , Life beams not for us with one ray that can cheer , Contemplates the
scenes of her youth with a Love and hope upon earth bring no more consolatear
...
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Ob ! early in the balance weigh ' d , ADDRESS And ever light of word and worth ,
Whose soul expired ere youth decay ' d , INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SPOKEN
AT THE And left thee but a mass of earth . CALEDONIAN MEETING , 18 ] 4 .
Ob ! early in the balance weigh ' d , ADDRESS And ever light of word and worth ,
Whose soul expired ere youth decay ' d , INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SPOKEN
AT THE And left thee but a mass of earth . CALEDONIAN MEETING , 18 ] 4 .
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0 Earth ! Where are the past ? - and wherefore bad they birth ? The dead are
thine inheritors — and we But bubbles on thy surface ; and the key Of thy
profundity is in the grave , The ebon portal of thy peopled cave , Where I would
walk in spirit ...
0 Earth ! Where are the past ? - and wherefore bad they birth ? The dead are
thine inheritors — and we But bubbles on thy surface ; and the key Of thy
profundity is in the grave , The ebon portal of thy peopled cave , Where I would
walk in spirit ...
Էջ 355
Hallow ' d her sheltering banners , which incessant Flew between earth and the
unholy Crescent , Which , if it waned and dwindled , Earth may thank II . The city it
has clothed in chains , which clank There is no bope for nations ! - Search the ...
Hallow ' d her sheltering banners , which incessant Flew between earth and the
unholy Crescent , Which , if it waned and dwindled , Earth may thank II . The city it
has clothed in chains , which clank There is no bope for nations ! - Search the ...
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But where are they — the rivals ! a lew feet The staring stranger with his note -
book nigh ? Plunged in a dungeon he had still been great ; Of sullen earth divide
each winding sheet . How low , how little was this middle state , How peaceful
and ...
But where are they — the rivals ! a lew feet The staring stranger with his note -
book nigh ? Plunged in a dungeon he had still been great ; Of sullen earth divide
each winding sheet . How low , how little was this middle state , How peaceful
and ...
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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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