Selections from the writings of lord Byron, by a clergyman [W. Elwin]. |
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... sound the alarm . I myself , in my humble sphere , will be one of your echoes . In the words of the tragedian , Liston , " I love a row , " and you seem justly determined to make one . It is barely possible , certainly improbable , that ...
... sound the alarm . I myself , in my humble sphere , will be one of your echoes . In the words of the tragedian , Liston , " I love a row , " and you seem justly determined to make one . It is barely possible , certainly improbable , that ...
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... sound of revelry by night , And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry , and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell ...
... sound of revelry by night , And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry , and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell ...
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... 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 ! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated ...
... 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 ! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated ...
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... sound of strife , The morn the marshalling in arms , —the day Battle's magnificently - stern array ! The thunder - clouds close o'er it , which when rent The earth is cover'd thick with other clay , Which her own clay shall cover , heap ...
... sound of strife , The morn the marshalling in arms , —the day Battle's magnificently - stern array ! The thunder - clouds close o'er it , which when rent The earth is cover'd thick with other clay , Which her own clay shall cover , heap ...
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... sound of Fame May for a moment soothe , it cannot slake The fever of vain longing , and the name Sd honour'd but assumes a stronger , bitterer claim . They mourn , but smile at length ; and , smiling , mourn : The tree will wither long ...
... sound of Fame May for a moment soothe , it cannot slake The fever of vain longing , and the name Sd honour'd but assumes a stronger , bitterer claim . They mourn , but smile at length ; and , smiling , mourn : The tree will wither long ...
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Страница 11 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness : And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Страница 13 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Страница 21 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Страница 12 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Страница 135 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Страница 91 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Страница 22 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Страница 45 - 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, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Страница 27 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Страница 27 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.