The poetical works of lord Byron, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1859 - 576페이지 |
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... young mind . In one particular , indeed , the horror of Byron's picture falls short of the actual narrative , for , from the lines- " When he himself sank down all dumb and shivering , And gave no sign of life , save his limbs quivering ...
... young mind . In one particular , indeed , the horror of Byron's picture falls short of the actual narrative , for , from the lines- " When he himself sank down all dumb and shivering , And gave no sign of life , save his limbs quivering ...
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... young men of intelligence and spirit , it had a peculiar fascination for him , as promising some relief from that social isola- tion and antagonism in England , which he could neither remedy nor endure . Scotchmen , they say , are most ...
... young men of intelligence and spirit , it had a peculiar fascination for him , as promising some relief from that social isola- tion and antagonism in England , which he could neither remedy nor endure . Scotchmen , they say , are most ...
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... young lady in Hastings entered in her diary a solemn prayer in behalf of one who could be no other than Byron ; that lady became the wife of Mr Sheppard , Frome , Dorset ; and , in 1821 , two years after her decease , that gentleman ...
... young lady in Hastings entered in her diary a solemn prayer in behalf of one who could be no other than Byron ; that lady became the wife of Mr Sheppard , Frome , Dorset ; and , in 1821 , two years after her decease , that gentleman ...
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... Young Lady " Hush'd are the winds , " 5 " Let folly smile , " To E D " In thee , I fondly hoped , " Epitaph on a Friend- " Oh , friend ! for ever , ' A Fragment " When to their airy hall , " 3566677 Leaving Newstead Abbey- " Through thy ...
... Young Lady " Hush'd are the winds , " 5 " Let folly smile , " To E D " In thee , I fondly hoped , " Epitaph on a Friend- " Oh , friend ! for ever , ' A Fragment " When to their airy hall , " 3566677 Leaving Newstead Abbey- " Through thy ...
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... Young Lady , alarmed by a bullet hissing near her- " Doubtless , sweet girl ! " Love's last Adieu- " The roses of love , " Damætas- " In law an infant , " · To Marion- " Marion ! why that pensive brow ? " To a Lady who presented to the ...
... Young Lady , alarmed by a bullet hissing near her- " Doubtless , sweet girl ! " Love's last Adieu- " The roses of love , " Damætas- " In law an infant , " · To Marion- " Marion ! why that pensive brow ? " To a Lady who presented to the ...
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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.