The poetical works of lord Byron, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1859 - 576페이지 |
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... with her infant , on a visit to her father in Leicestershire ; but she never returned , nor did Byron see either wife or child again . What were the particulars of that incompatibility which led to LIFE OF LORD BYRON .
... with her infant , on a visit to her father in Leicestershire ; but she never returned , nor did Byron see either wife or child again . What were the particulars of that incompatibility which led to LIFE OF LORD BYRON .
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... never would return to him . It appears that a list of sixteen symptoms was actually submitted to medical opinion in proof of his insanity ; and one can easily understand how a lady , who had all her own impulses under that strict ...
... never would return to him . It appears that a list of sixteen symptoms was actually submitted to medical opinion in proof of his insanity ; and one can easily understand how a lady , who had all her own impulses under that strict ...
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... never fulfilled . Byron's pride remained unbroken ; he could not surrender , he could only assert himself ; and the last aet of his life - drama shows us simply a man vindicating his manhood . The Greeks had by this time risen in ...
... never fulfilled . Byron's pride remained unbroken ; he could not surrender , he could only assert himself ; and the last aet of his life - drama shows us simply a man vindicating his manhood . The Greeks had by this time risen in ...
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... never wishes to deceive thee : Once in thy polish'd mirror glance , Thou ' lt there descry that elegance , Which from our sex demand such praises , But envy in the other raises : Then he who tells thee of thy beauty , Believe me , only ...
... never wishes to deceive thee : Once in thy polish'd mirror glance , Thou ' lt there descry that elegance , Which from our sex demand such praises , But envy in the other raises : Then he who tells thee of thy beauty , Believe me , only ...
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... never sought to cleave the air , But chirupp'd oft , and free from care , Tuned to her ear his grateful strain . Now having pass'd the gloomy bourne From whence he never can return , His death and Lesbia's grief I mourn , Who sighs ...
... never sought to cleave the air , But chirupp'd oft , and free from care , Tuned to her ear his grateful strain . Now having pass'd the gloomy bourne From whence he never can return , His death and Lesbia's grief I mourn , Who sighs ...
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388 페이지 - 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...
447 페이지 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
491 페이지 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one ? You have the letters Cadmus gave — Think ye he meant them for a slave ? Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
490 페이지 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
491 페이지 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! We will not think of themes like these ! It made Anacreon's song divine: He served — but served Polycrates : A tyrant; but our masters then Were still, at least, our countrymen.
463 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...
284 페이지 - I have done with this new day, Which now is painful to these eyes, Which have not seen the sun so rise For years — I cannot count them o'er, I lost their long and heavy score When my last brother droop'd and died. And I lay living by his side. They chain'd us each to a column stone, And we were three — yet, each alone : We could not move a single pace, We could not see each other's face. But with that pale and livid light That made us strangers in our sight...
397 페이지 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine...
404 페이지 - He is an evening reveller who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still, There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil. Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
283 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. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.