Selections from Byron: The Prisoner of Chillon, Mazeppa, and Other PoemsGinn, 1907 - 101페이지 |
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... bound to be unhappy , and so it proved . Lady Byron probably at first loved her husband , but loved herself more , and was quite intolerant banke ; sepa- of such irregularities as marked his social career ; and Byron's character ...
... bound to be unhappy , and so it proved . Lady Byron probably at first loved her husband , but loved herself more , and was quite intolerant banke ; sepa- of such irregularities as marked his social career ; and Byron's character ...
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... bound us , - Then turn thee and call on the Chief of thy choice ! STANZAS FOR MUSIC ( Written in England , March , 1816 ) TH I HERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice ...
... bound us , - Then turn thee and call on the Chief of thy choice ! STANZAS FOR MUSIC ( Written in England , March , 1816 ) TH I HERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice ...
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... bound , And rushed to him : - I found him not , I only stirred in this black spot , I only lived , I only drew The accursed breath of dungeon - dew ; The last , the sole , the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink , Which bound ...
... bound , And rushed to him : - I found him not , I only stirred in this black spot , I only lived , I only drew The accursed breath of dungeon - dew ; The last , the sole , the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink , Which bound ...
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... bound , Crushing the cliffs , which , downward worn and rent . With his fierce footsteps , yield in chasms a fearful vent 1 Phlegethon : in Greek mythology , a river of fire in the lower world . LXXI To the broad column which rolls on ...
... bound , Crushing the cliffs , which , downward worn and rent . With his fierce footsteps , yield in chasms a fearful vent 1 Phlegethon : in Greek mythology , a river of fire in the lower world . LXXI To the broad column which rolls on ...
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... bound naked to the back of a wild Tartar horse , who fled with him into the wilderness- the Ukraine ; whether to Mazeppa's own home , as some assert , or to the native haunts of the horse , as others say , does not greatly affect the ...
... bound naked to the back of a wild Tartar horse , who fled with him into the wilderness- the Ukraine ; whether to Mazeppa's own home , as some assert , or to the native haunts of the horse , as others say , does not greatly affect the ...
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47 페이지 - 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...
95 페이지 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships by thousands lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day, And when the sun set, where were they?
17 페이지 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
54 페이지 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
14 페이지 - THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lull'd winds seem dreaming, And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep...
52 페이지 - He heard it, but he heeded not - his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother - he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday All this rush'd with his blood - Shall he expire And unavenged?
44 페이지 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered 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, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ! XXII.
34 페이지 - Deserved to be dearest of all: In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
25 페이지 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
55 페이지 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.