The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Հատոր 8 |
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... twas dawn , the Turks slept fast as ever . XXIX . At seven they rose , however , and surveyed The Russ flotilla getting under weigh ; ' Twas nine , when still advancing undismayed , Within a cable's length their vessels lay Off Ismail ...
... twas dawn , the Turks slept fast as ever . XXIX . At seven they rose , however , and surveyed The Russ flotilla getting under weigh ; ' Twas nine , when still advancing undismayed , Within a cable's length their vessels lay Off Ismail ...
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... Twas much that he was understood at all , But , whether from his voice , or speech , or manner , They found that he had fought beneath their banner . LVII . Whereon immediately at his request They brought him and his comrades to head ...
... Twas much that he was understood at all , But , whether from his voice , or speech , or manner , They found that he had fought beneath their banner . LVII . Whereon immediately at his request They brought him and his comrades to head ...
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... twas Don Juan's first of fields , and though The nightly muster and the silent march In the chill dark , when courage does not glow So much as under a triumphal arch , Perhaps might make him shiver , yawn , or throw A glance on the dull ...
... twas Don Juan's first of fields , and though The nightly muster and the silent march In the chill dark , when courage does not glow So much as under a triumphal arch , Perhaps might make him shiver , yawn , or throw A glance on the dull ...
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... twas an even bet Which of the armies would have cause to mourn : ' Twas blow for blow , disputing inch by inch , For one would not retreat , nor t'other flinch . LXXVIII . Another column also suffered much : And here we may remark with ...
... twas an even bet Which of the armies would have cause to mourn : ' Twas blow for blow , disputing inch by inch , For one would not retreat , nor t'other flinch . LXXVIII . Another column also suffered much : And here we may remark with ...
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... twas a transient tremor ; -with a spring Upon the Russian steel his breast he flung , As carelessly as hurls the moth her wing Against the light wherein she dies : he clung Closer , that all the deadlier they might wring , Unto the ...
... twas a transient tremor ; -with a spring Upon the Russian steel his breast he flung , As carelessly as hurls the moth her wing Against the light wherein she dies : he clung Closer , that all the deadlier they might wring , Unto the ...
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Auld Lang Syne Aurora beauty beneath blood called chaste Cossacques costive dames deem devil Don Juan doth doubt dread e'er END OF CANTO eyes fair fame feelings Friar friends gainst gentle glory grace hate hath heard heart Heaven heroes honour Houris human human clay John Bull Johnson Juan's knew Lady Adeline late least leave less look Lord Henry LXVII LXXXIV marriage mean Miss moral Muse nation ne'er never nought o'er once passion Perhaps praise pretty preux Chevalier Prince de Ligne Pyrrho ragoût rhyme Russian sage scarce seen Seraskier Shooter's Hill sigh slight smile sometimes sort soul spirit strange sublime Suwarrow sweet tell there's things thou thought thousand truth turn twas twill unto virtue what's whole wild wish wonder XXVIII XXXII young youth
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Էջ 25 - 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 30 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.
Էջ 6 - Syne" brings Scotland, one and all, Scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the blue hills, and clear streams, The Dee, the Don, Balgounie's brig's black wall, All my boy feelings, all my gentler dreams Of what I then dreamt, clothed in their own pall, Like Banquo's offspring: — floating past me seems My childhood, in this childishness of mine: I care not — 'tis a glimpse of "Auld Lang Syne.
Էջ 8 - And I will war, at least in words (and — should My chance so happen — deeds) with all who war With Thought ;— and of Thought's foes by far most rude Tyrants and sycophants have been and are. I know not who may conquer : if I could Have such a prescience, it should be no bar To this my plain, sworn, downright detestation Of every despotism in every nation.
Էջ 20 - Huge halls, long galleries, spacious chambers, join'd By no quite lawful marriage of the arts, Might shock a connoisseur; but when combined, Form'da whole which, irregular in parts, Yet left a grand impression on the mind...
Էջ 17 - But Juan was my Moscow, and Faliero My Leipsic, and my Mont Saint Jean seems Cain :
Էջ 27 - Is yet within the unread events of time. Thus far, go forth, thou lay, which I will back Against the same given quantity of rhyme, For being as much the subject of attack As ever yet was any work sublime, By those who love to say that white is black. So much the better ! — I may stand alone, But would not change my free thoughts for a throne.
Էջ 18 - The annals of full many a line undone, — The gallant cavaliers, who fought in vain For those who knew not to resign or reign.
Էջ 19 - But in the noontide of the moon, and when The wind is winged from one point of heaven, There moans a strange unearthly sound, which then Is musical — a dying accent driven Through the huge arch, which soars and sinks again. Some deem it but the distant echo given Back to the night wind by the waterfall, And harmonized by the old choral wall.
Էջ 14 - But beware! beware of the Black Friar He still retains his sway For he is yet the church's heir Whoever may be the lay. Amundeville is lord by day, But the monk is lord by night, Nor wine nor wassail could raise a vassal To question that friar's right.