 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - 868 էջ
...unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet 19S But, hark! - that heavy sound breaks in once more,...Arm! it is - it is - the cannon's opening roar! 1. See the famous song on Harmodius and Aristogiton. The best English translation is in Bland's Anthology,... | |
 | Raphael - 1996 - 264 էջ
...till morn, when ycuth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet — But /writ .' that heavy sound breaks in, once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, nearer, deadlier than before ! Aim ! arm ! it is — it is— the cannon's opening roar. Ah ! then... | |
 | Raphael - 1996 - 264 էջ
...till morn, when youth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet— But Aarfc.' that heavy sound breaks in, once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, nearer, deadlier than before ! i.. Arm ! arm ! it is—it is—the cannon's opening roar. Ah ! then... | |
 | Susan Code - 1996 - 160 էջ
...sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feetBut hark!-that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; Arm! Arm! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar! The narrator had reached the climax of Byron's... | |
 | Ian L. Donnachie, Carmen Lavin - 2004 - 400 էջ
...street, On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But,...And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! and out — it is — the cannon's opening roar! 15 1. 180 See the famous Song on Harmodius and Aristogiton.... | |
 | Benjamin Ifor Evans - 2006 - 520 էջ
...street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But,...Arm! It is — it is — the cannon's opening roar! > (Cain, 1821) ment, 1822) > (Manfred, S> (Beppo, 1818) (The Vision of Judg(Don Juan, 1819-24) ° ^... | |
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twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark! 
