The poetical works of lord Byron. Illustr. ed |
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No threat ' ning tyrant ' s darkling brow Can swerve him from his just intent : Gales
the warring waves which plough , TO M . S . G . By Auster on the billows spent ,
To curb the Adriatic main , WHENE ' ER I view those lips of thine , Their hue ...
No threat ' ning tyrant ' s darkling brow Can swerve him from his just intent : Gales
the warring waves which plough , TO M . S . G . By Auster on the billows spent ,
To curb the Adriatic main , WHENE ' ER I view those lips of thine , Their hue ...
Էջ 347
... those locks must wave thin to the Louis breeze , Oh ! when , my adored , in the
tomb will they place When a few silver hairs of those tresses remaining , me ,
Prove nature a prey to decay and disease . 1 Since , in life , love and friendship
for ...
... those locks must wave thin to the Louis breeze , Oh ! when , my adored , in the
tomb will they place When a few silver hairs of those tresses remaining , me ,
Prove nature a prey to decay and disease . 1 Since , in life , love and friendship
for ...
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I MONTGOMERY ! true , the common lot Of mortals lies in Lethe ' s wave ; Yet
some shall never be forgot , Some shall exist beyond the grave . “ Unknown the
region of his birth , " The hero rolls the tide of war ; 2 Yet not unknown his martial
...
I MONTGOMERY ! true , the common lot Of mortals lies in Lethe ' s wave ; Yet
some shall never be forgot , Some shall exist beyond the grave . “ Unknown the
region of his birth , " The hero rolls the tide of war ; 2 Yet not unknown his martial
...
Էջ 354
... And the harsh sound of the barbarian drum , With dull and daily dissonance ,
repeats The echo of thy tyrant ' s voice along The soft waves , once all musical to
song , That beaved beneath the moonlight with the throng Of gondolas — and to
...
... And the harsh sound of the barbarian drum , With dull and daily dissonance ,
repeats The echo of thy tyrant ' s voice along The soft waves , once all musical to
song , That beaved beneath the moonlight with the throng Of gondolas — and to
...
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... unstormy wave , How few could feel for what he had to bear ! W bich
oversweeps the world . The theme is old Vain his complaint , - - my lord presents
his bill , Of “ dust to dust ; ” but half its tale untold : His food and wine were doled
out duly ...
... unstormy wave , How few could feel for what he had to bear ! W bich
oversweeps the world . The theme is old Vain his complaint , - - my lord presents
his bill , Of “ dust to dust ; ” but half its tale untold : His food and wine were doled
out duly ...
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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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