The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Հատոր 16J. Murray, 1833 |
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... hours bereft Though foe to love ; and yet they could not be Meant to grow old , but die in happy spring , Before one charm or hope had taken wing . ( 1 ) [ See antè , Vol . XI . p . 187. ] ( 2 ) [ " Cum canerem reges et prælia ...
... hours bereft Though foe to love ; and yet they could not be Meant to grow old , but die in happy spring , Before one charm or hope had taken wing . ( 1 ) [ See antè , Vol . XI . p . 187. ] ( 2 ) [ " Cum canerem reges et prælia ...
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... hours . XVI . Moons changing had roll'd on , and changeless found Those their bright rise had lighted to such joys As rarely they beheld throughout their round ; And these were not of the vain kind which cloys , For theirs were buoyant ...
... hours . XVI . Moons changing had roll'd on , and changeless found Those their bright rise had lighted to such joys As rarely they beheld throughout their round ; And these were not of the vain kind which cloys , For theirs were buoyant ...
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... hour too slow , know . What was it made them thus exempt from care ? Young innate feelings all have felt below , Which perish in the rest , but in them were Inherent ; what we mortals call romantic , And always envy , though we deem it ...
... hour too slow , know . What was it made them thus exempt from care ? Young innate feelings all have felt below , Which perish in the rest , but in them were Inherent ; what we mortals call romantic , And always envy , though we deem it ...
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... hour to - night , Even as they gazed , a sudden tremor came , And swept , as ' twere , across their heart's delight , Like the wind o'er a harp - string , or a flame , When one is shook in sound , and one in sight ; And thus some boding ...
... hour to - night , Even as they gazed , a sudden tremor came , And swept , as ' twere , across their heart's delight , Like the wind o'er a harp - string , or a flame , When one is shook in sound , and one in sight ; And thus some boding ...
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... hour come to bid them breathe apart ; Years could but bring them cruel things or wrong ; The world was not for them , nor the world's art For beings passionate as Sappho's song ; Love was born with them , in them , so intense , It was ...
... hour come to bid them breathe apart ; Years could but bring them cruel things or wrong ; The world was not for them , nor the world's art For beings passionate as Sappho's song ; Love was born with them , in them , so intense , It was ...
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The Works of Lord Byron: Don Juan George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Thomas Moore Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1833 |
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Էջ 6 - In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy: In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour, The fruit autumnal, and the vernal...
Էջ 6 - Leaf,' and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque. And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep...
Էջ 16 - We are somewhat more than ourselves in our sleeps ; and the slumber of the body seems to be but the waking of the soul. It is the ligation of sense, but the liberty of reason ; and our waking conceptions do not match the fancies of our sleeps.
Էջ 333 - 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 ! LXXXIII.
Էջ 124 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Էջ 16 - I was born in the planetary hour of Saturn, and I think I have a piece of that leaden planet in me.
Էջ 7 - Some have accused me of a strange design Against the creed and morals of the land, And trace it in this poem every line : I don't pretend that I quite understand My own meaning when I would be very fine...
Էջ 21 - It has a strange quick jar upon the ear, That cocking of a pistol, when you know A moment more will bring the sight to bear Upon your person, twelve yards off, or so ; A gentlemanly distance, not too near, If you have got a former friend for foe { But after being fired at once or twice, . .. The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.
Էջ 7 - Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage. Far off from these a slow and silent stream, Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls Her watery labyrinth, whereof who drinks, Forthwith his former state and being forgets, Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
Էջ 179 - I do not know what I may appear to the world ; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
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| Վերնագիր | The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Հատոր 16 Հատոր 16 of The Works of Lord Byron, Baron Byron The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Authors | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore |
| Հրատարակիչ | J. Murray, 1833 |
| Original from | Օքսֆորդի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 25 Սեպտեմբեր 2007 |
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