The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Հատոր 16 |
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... And twilight saw them link ' d in passion ' s ties ; Charm ' d with each other , all
things charm ' d that brought The past still welcome as the present thought . ( 1 ) [
The celebrated “ Confessions of an English Opium Eater , " by Mr . De Quincey ...
... And twilight saw them link ' d in passion ' s ties ; Charm ' d with each other , all
things charm ' d that brought The past still welcome as the present thought . ( 1 ) [
The celebrated “ Confessions of an English Opium Eater , " by Mr . De Quincey ...
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they had lived too long Should an 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
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they had lived too long Should an 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
...
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Beauty and passion were the natural dower Of Haidée ' s mother , but her climate
' s force Lay at her heart , though sleeping at the source . " Or , “ But in her large
eye lay deep passion ' s force , Like to a lion sleeping by a source . " “ But in her ...
Beauty and passion were the natural dower Of Haidée ' s mother , but her climate
' s force Lay at her heart , though sleeping at the source . " Or , “ But in her large
eye lay deep passion ' s force , Like to a lion sleeping by a source . " “ But in her ...
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... they display Terror to earth , and tempest to the air , Had held till now her soft
and milky way ; But overwrought with passion and despair , The fire burst forth
from her Numidian veins , Even as the Simoom ( ) sweeps the blasted plains .
LVIII .
... they display Terror to earth , and tempest to the air , Had held till now her soft
and milky way ; But overwrought with passion and despair , The fire burst forth
from her Numidian veins , Even as the Simoom ( ) sweeps the blasted plains .
LVIII .
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The ruling passion , such as marble shows When exquisitely chisell ' d , still lay
there , But fix ' d as marble ' s unchanged aspect throws O ' er the fair Venus , but
for ever fair ; ( ) Vol . XII . p . 211 . ) at the age of eighty years , when “ Who would
...
The ruling passion , such as marble shows When exquisitely chisell ' d , still lay
there , But fix ' d as marble ' s unchanged aspect throws O ' er the fair Venus , but
for ever fair ; ( ) Vol . XII . p . 211 . ) at the age of eighty years , when “ Who would
...
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The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Thomas Moore Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1835 |
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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.