The poetical works of lord Byron, ed. with a critical mem. by W. M. RossettiWard Lock, 1880 |
From inside the book
Արդյունքներ 20–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 25
... Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV . Still he beheld , nor mingled with the throng ; But view'd them not with misanthropic hate ; Fain would he now have join'd the dance , the song ; But who may smile that sinks beneath his fate ? Nought ...
... Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV . Still he beheld , nor mingled with the throng ; But view'd them not with misanthropic hate ; Fain would he now have join'd the dance , the song ; But who may smile that sinks beneath his fate ? Nought ...
Էջ 61
... Cain was Eve's . CL . But here youth offers to old age the food , The milk of his own gift : -it is her sire To whom she renders back the debt of blood Born with her birth . No ; he shall not expire While in those warm and lovely veins ...
... Cain was Eve's . CL . But here youth offers to old age the food , The milk of his own gift : -it is her sire To whom she renders back the debt of blood Born with her birth . No ; he shall not expire While in those warm and lovely veins ...
Էջ 78
... Cain the curse and crime , In characters unworn by time ; Still , ere thou dost condemn me , pause : Not mine the act , though I the cause . Yet did he but what I had done , Had she been false to more than one . Faithless to him , he ...
... Cain the curse and crime , In characters unworn by time ; Still , ere thou dost condemn me , pause : Not mine the act , though I the cause . Yet did he but what I had done , Had she been false to more than one . Faithless to him , he ...
Էջ 86
... Cain ; He watch'd me like a lion's whelp , That gnaws and yet may break his chain . My father's blood in every vein Is boiling ; but for thy dear sake No present vengeance will I take , Though here I must no more remain . But first ...
... Cain ; He watch'd me like a lion's whelp , That gnaws and yet may break his chain . My father's blood in every vein Is boiling ; but for thy dear sake No present vengeance will I take , Though here I must no more remain . But first ...
Էջ 155
... Cain ? Who such would see may from his lattice view The Old World more degraded than the New , - Now new no more , save where Columbia rears Where Chimborazo , over air , earth , wave , Twin giants , born by Freedom to her spheres ...
... Cain ? Who such would see may from his lattice view The Old World more degraded than the New , - Now new no more , save where Columbia rears Where Chimborazo , over air , earth , wave , Twin giants , born by Freedom to her spheres ...
Այլ խմբագրություններ - View all
Common terms and phrases
arms bear beauty beneath better blood breast breath Cain chief dare dark dead death deep Doge doubt earth eyes face fair fall fame father fear feel fire gaze give hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour Italy Juan king knew Lady land late least leave less light live look lord Lucifer means meet mind nature ne'er never night o'er once pass past perhaps present rest rise round scarce scene seen shore sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought true truth turn twas voice walls waters wave wind wish young youth
Սիրված հատվածներ
Էջ 38 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Էջ 134 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Էջ 38 - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark! - that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! it is - it is - the cannon's opening roar!
Էջ 555 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Էջ 555 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Էջ 403 - Phoebus sprung. Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian Muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute Have found the fame your shores refuse. Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Էջ 64 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Էջ 64 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Էջ 64 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Էջ 403 - Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a blush - for Greece a tear.