 | 1839 - 602 էջ
...love ! THE FALLS OF THE CAUVARY* BT THE OLD FOaEST RANGER. " Lo ' where it comea like an eternity, A> if to sweep down all things in its track. Charming the eye with dread, — a matcbless cataract." — BYRON. BEFORE daylight, in the mot ning after the successful encounter with... | |
 | 1840 - 614 էջ
...hereafter. (To be continued.) THE FALLS OF THE CAUVARY.* BY THE OLD FOREST RANGER. " 1 o ! where it comes like an eternity. As if to sweep down all things in its track, Charming the eje with dread— a matchless cataract." CHILDE HAROLD. WE left our three friends, attended by Mr.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 292 էջ
...verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, (38) Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, while all aronnd is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn... | |
 | Charles Henry Wilson - 1822 - 132 էջ
...Rivers, which flow gushingly, With many windings through the vale — look back, Lo ! where it comes like an eternity. As if to sweep down all things in its track, Charming the eye with dread—a matchless cataract." " Horribly beautiful, but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - 334 էջ
...rivers which flow gushingly, With many windings, through the vale : — Look hack! Lo ! where it comes like an eternity, As if to sweep down all things in its track, Charming the eye with dread,— a matchles eataraet, (37) LXXIL Its steady dyes, while all around is torn By the distraeted waters, hears... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 234 էջ
...rivers which flow gushingly, [back! With many windings, through the vale:—Look Lo ! where it comes like an eternity, As if to sweep down all things in its track, Charming the eye with dread,—a matchless cataract, Horribly beautiful! but on the verge, From side to side beneath the... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 էջ
...rivers, which flow gushingly, With many windings, through the vale:—look hack! Lo! where it comes like an eternity, As if to sweep down all things in its track, Charming the eye with dread,—a matchless cataract, 3 7 LXXII. Horribly beautiful! but on the verge, From side to side,... | |
 | Charles Caleb Colton - 1825 - 560 էջ
...all things in iti track, Charming the eye with dread,—a matchless cataract, . Horribly hcautiiul! but on the verge From side to side beneath the glittering morn An Iris sits, amidst th* infernal surge, Like hope upon a death-tid, &nd unworn Its steady dyes, While all Mound is torn... | |
 | 1825 - 504 էջ
...through the whole, betrays itself in the concluding line of one of them ; Look back ! Lo ! where it comes like an eternity, As if to sweep down all things in its tract, Charming the eye with dread, — a matchless cataract. A passage relating to the Appenines,... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 էջ
...gushingly, With many windings, through the vale: — Look back ! Lo ! where it comes like an eternity, At n The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never...own; That heavy chill has froxen o'er the fountain It- fteady dyes, while all around is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene It* brilliant hues... | |
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An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, while all around is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn : Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene. 
