The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, 10권 |
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... Gazelle Oh ! weep for those Page 1 21 45 སྤྲས 77 76 75 75 78 79 On Jordan's Banks 80 Jephtha's Daughter 81 Oh ! snatch'd away in Beauty's Bloom 82 My Soul is dark 88 I saw thee weep 84 Thy Days are done Song of Saul before his last.
... Gazelle Oh ! weep for those Page 1 21 45 སྤྲས 77 76 75 75 78 79 On Jordan's Banks 80 Jephtha's Daughter 81 Oh ! snatch'd away in Beauty's Bloom 82 My Soul is dark 88 I saw thee weep 84 Thy Days are done Song of Saul before his last.
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... Alhama 299 Sonetto di Vittorelli . Per Monaca . 310 Translation from Vittorelli . On a Nun . 311 Stanzas for Music [ " Bright be the Place of thy Soul " ] 812 Stanzas for Music [ " They say that Hope is xviii CONTENTS .
... Alhama 299 Sonetto di Vittorelli . Per Monaca . 310 Translation from Vittorelli . On a Nun . 311 Stanzas for Music [ " Bright be the Place of thy Soul " ] 812 Stanzas for Music [ " They say that Hope is xviii CONTENTS .
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... soul , and mingled his tears with those which his attendants shed , as if they had been celebrating a real funeral . - -E ] ( 2 ) [ " I looked , " says Boswell , " into Lord Kaimes's Sketches of the History of Man , ' and mentioned to ...
... soul , and mingled his tears with those which his attendants shed , as if they had been celebrating a real funeral . - -E ] ( 2 ) [ " I looked , " says Boswell , " into Lord Kaimes's Sketches of the History of Man , ' and mentioned to ...
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... soul in youth was haughty , but his sins No more than pleasure from the stripling wins ; And such , if not yet harden'd in their course , Might be redeem'd , nor ask a long remorse . V. And they indeed were changed - ' tis quickly seen ...
... soul in youth was haughty , but his sins No more than pleasure from the stripling wins ; And such , if not yet harden'd in their course , Might be redeem'd , nor ask a long remorse . V. And they indeed were changed - ' tis quickly seen ...
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... soul no more could contemplate : Such scene reminded him of other days , Of skies more cloudless , moons of purer blaze , Of nights more soft and frequent , hearts that now No - no - the storm may beat upon his brow , Unfelt - unsparing ...
... soul no more could contemplate : Such scene reminded him of other days , Of skies more cloudless , moons of purer blaze , Of nights more soft and frequent , hearts that now No - no - the storm may beat upon his brow , Unfelt - unsparing ...
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Alhama apostolic palace beautiful behold beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath bright brow Château de Chillon Chillon cold Corinth dared dark dead death deep dream dungeon earth Ezzelin fame fate fear feel fell fix'd gazed Giaour GIFFORD glance glory grave grew guilt hand hast hath heard heart heaven hour King knew Lara Lara's less light living look look'd Lord Byron Madame de Staël Mariamne mind mingled MONODY Moore mortal ne'er never night numbers o'er once Parisina pass'd poem poetry R. B. SHERIDAN rest roll'd says scarce seem'd Sheridan shore Siege of Corinth sigh SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile sorrow soul spirit STANZAS steed stood strife tears tender thee thine thing thou art thought turn'd twas voice wall waves weep Whate'er wild wither'd words wound youth
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vii 페이지 - They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
241 페이지 - As then to me he seem'd to fly, And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled — and would fain I had not left my recent chain ; And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load ; It was as is a new-dug grave, Closing o'er one we sought to save, And yet my glance, too much opprest, Had almost need of such a rest.
75 페이지 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
313 페이지 - Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won. Were't the last drop in the well, As I gasp'd upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell, 'Tis to thee that I would drink. With that water, as this wine, The libation I would pour Should be — peace with thine and mine, And a health to thee, Tom Moore.
315 페이지 - So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
236 페이지 - The last — the sole — the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
127 페이지 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, 50 Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
228 페이지 - PRISONER OF CHILLON. MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
232 페이지 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave, Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay; We heard it ripple night and day; Sounding o'er our heads it knocked.
186 페이지 - FARE thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well : Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again : Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show ! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'T was not well to spurn it so.