The Works of Lord Byron: Embracing His Suppressed Poems, and a Sketch of His Life ...Phillips, Sampson,, 1854 - 1071 страница |
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... land , and the memories of his sojourn While at the Suliote village , a poor but honest in the East , immortalized in Childe Harold , were Albanian supplied his wants . Byron pressed him among the pleasantest that accompanied him ...
... land , and the memories of his sojourn While at the Suliote village , a poor but honest in the East , immortalized in Childe Harold , were Albanian supplied his wants . Byron pressed him among the pleasantest that accompanied him ...
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... land to dwell , Y. For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run , Nor made atonement when he did amiss , Had sigh'd to many though he loved but one , And that loved one , alas ! could ne'er be his . Ah , happy she ! to ' scape from him ...
... land to dwell , Y. For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run , Nor made atonement when he did amiss , Had sigh'd to many though he loved but one , And that loved one , alas ! could ne'er be his . Ah , happy she ! to ' scape from him ...
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... Land - Good Night ! " XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the land is gone , And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay . Four days are sped , but with the fifth , anon , New shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain ...
... Land - Good Night ! " XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the land is gone , And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay . Four days are sped , but with the fifth , anon , New shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain ...
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... land from Gaul . XXXIII . But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name distinguisheth the brook , Though rival kingdoms press its verdant sides . Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook , And vacant on the rippling ...
... land from Gaul . XXXIII . But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name distinguisheth the brook , Though rival kingdoms press its verdant sides . Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook , And vacant on the rippling ...
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... land of souls beyond that sable shore , To shame the doctrine of the Sadducee And sophists , madly vain of dubious lore ; How sweet it were in concert to adore With those who made our mortal labors light ! To hear each voice we fear'd ...
... land of souls beyond that sable shore , To shame the doctrine of the Sadducee And sophists , madly vain of dubious lore ; How sweet it were in concert to adore With those who made our mortal labors light ! To hear each voice we fear'd ...
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Adah Ali Pacha Anah Arqua Athens aught bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cæs Cain chief Childe Harold dare dark dead death deeds deep Doge dost doth dread earth fair Faliero father fear feel foes Foscari gaze Giaour Greece Greek hand hath heard heart heaven honor hope hour Iden Japh leave less Lioni live look lord Lord Byron Lucifer Marino Faliero Michel Steno mortal mountains Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once palace PANIA pass'd Petrarch prince Romaic scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sire slave smile soul spirit Stanza Stral strange tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought twas Ulric unto Venice voice walls wave words youth δὲν εἰς καὶ νὰ τὴν τὸ τὸν τοῦ τῶν
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Страница 39 - Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
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Страница 38 - 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!
Страница 233 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
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Страница 44 - All heaven and earth are still— though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep: — All heaven and earth are still: From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is...
Страница 38 - ... 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
Страница 45 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
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