The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 16 |
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... we would hope , - perhaps the devil , That neither of their intellects are vast : ( 1
) [ " how glorious once above thy sphere , Till Pride and worse Ambition threw me
down , Warring in heaven against heaven ' s matchless King . " Paradise Lost . ] ...
... we would hope , - perhaps the devil , That neither of their intellects are vast : ( 1
) [ " how glorious once above thy sphere , Till Pride and worse Ambition threw me
down , Warring in heaven against heaven ' s matchless King . " Paradise Lost . ] ...
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... ( 1 ) Who sang when chivalry was more Quixotic , And revell ' d in the fancies of
the time , [ despotic ; True knights , chaste dames , huge giants , kings But all
these , save the last , being obsolete , I chose a modern subject as more meet .
VII .
... ( 1 ) Who sang when chivalry was more Quixotic , And revell ' d in the fancies of
the time , [ despotic ; True knights , chaste dames , huge giants , kings But all
these , save the last , being obsolete , I chose a modern subject as more meet .
VII .
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It is impossible to view its sublime and simple form without calling to mind the
veneration so long paid to it ; without picturing to the imagination a successive
series of mariners , of kings and heroes , who , from the Hellespont , or by the
shores ...
It is impossible to view its sublime and simple form without calling to mind the
veneration so long paid to it ; without picturing to the imagination a successive
series of mariners , of kings and heroes , who , from the Hellespont , or by the
shores ...
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Making a furious charge on this brave troop , he was thrown from his horse , and
despatched by a thrust of a pike . He perished in his twenty - fourth year , and the
king ' s affliction for his death embittered all the joy arising from his success .
Making a furious charge on this brave troop , he was thrown from his horse , and
despatched by a thrust of a pike . He perished in his twenty - fourth year , and the
king ' s affliction for his death embittered all the joy arising from his success .
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... for vice Is always much more splendid than a king : The virtues , even the most
exalted , Charity , Are saving — vice spares nothing for a rarity . ( 1 ) [ The
manner of purchasing slaves is thus described in the plain and unaffected
narrative of ...
... for vice Is always much more splendid than a king : The virtues , even the most
exalted , Charity , Are saving — vice spares nothing for a rarity . ( 1 ) [ The
manner of purchasing slaves is thus described in the plain and unaffected
narrative of ...
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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, Հատոր 16 The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, 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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