The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, 3권,파트 1J. Murray, 1873 |
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... chief of Oithona . He was , " & c . After detaining this " brown chief " some time , the bards conclude by giving him their advice to " raise his fair locks ; " then to " spread them on the arch of the rainbow ; " and " to smile through ...
... chief of Oithona . He was , " & c . After detaining this " brown chief " some time , the bards conclude by giving him their advice to " raise his fair locks ; " then to " spread them on the arch of the rainbow ; " and " to smile through ...
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... chiefs renown'd in arms ! Adieu the clang of war's alarms ! To other deeds my soul is strung , And sweeter notes shall now be sung ; My harp shall all its powers reveal , To tell HOURS OF IDLENESS . From Anacreon “ Θελω λεγειν Ατρείδας ...
... chiefs renown'd in arms ! Adieu the clang of war's alarms ! To other deeds my soul is strung , And sweeter notes shall now be sung ; My harp shall all its powers reveal , To tell HOURS OF IDLENESS . From Anacreon “ Θελω λεγειν Ατρείδας ...
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... chiefs in gleaming mail array'd : And on the crimson'd rocks beneath , Which scowl o'er ocean's sullen flow , Pale in the scatter'd ranks of death , She saw the gasping warrior low ; While many an eye which ne'er again Could mark the ...
... chiefs in gleaming mail array'd : And on the crimson'd rocks beneath , Which scowl o'er ocean's sullen flow , Pale in the scatter'd ranks of death , She saw the gasping warrior low ; While many an eye which ne'er again Could mark the ...
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... chiefs ! oh , search around ! Allan , with these through Alva fly ; Till Oscar , till my son is found , Haste , haste , nor dare attempt reply . " All is confusion - through the vale The name of Oscar ... Chief For E2 HOURS OF IDLENESS . 5.
... chiefs ! oh , search around ! Allan , with these through Alva fly ; Till Oscar , till my son is found , Haste , haste , nor dare attempt reply . " All is confusion - through the vale The name of Oscar ... Chief For E2 HOURS OF IDLENESS . 5.
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... Chief For Oscar search'd each mountain cave ; Then hope is lost ; in boundless grief , His locks in gray - torn ringlets wave . " Oscar ! my son ! -thou God of Heav'n , Restore the prop of sinking age ! Or if that hope no more is given ...
... Chief For Oscar search'd each mountain cave ; Then hope is lost ; in boundless grief , His locks in gray - torn ringlets wave . " Oscar ! my son ! -thou God of Heav'n , Restore the prop of sinking age ! Or if that hope no more is given ...
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319 페이지 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
319 페이지 - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
319 페이지 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! A SPIRIT PASS'D BEFORE ME.
327 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!
359 페이지 - A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The Boy was sprung to manhood: in the wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home, And his soul drank their sunbeams: he was girt With strange and dusky aspects; he was not Himself like what he had been; on the sea And on the shore he was a wanderer...
6 페이지 - See how a minor can write! This poem was actually composed by a young man of eighteen, and this by one of only sixteen!» — But, alas! we all remember the poetry of Cowley at ten, and Pope at twelve; and so far from hearing, with any degree of surprise, that very poor verses were written by a youth from his leaving school to his leaving college, inclusive, we really believe this to be the most common of all occurrences; that it happens in the life- of nine men in ten who are educated in England;...
293 페이지 - All Evil Spirit as thou art, It is enough to grieve the heart To see thine own unstrung; To think that God's fair world hath been The footstool of a thing so mean!
313 페이지 - Fix'd in its own eternity. Above or love, hope, hate, or fear, It lives all passionless and pure : An age shall fleet like earthly year ; Its years as moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, O'er all, through all, its thoughts shall fly ; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.
10 페이지 - But whatever judgment may be passed on the poems of this noble minor, it seems we must take them as we find them, and be content; for they are the last we shall ever have from him. He is, at best, he says, but an intruder into the groves of Parnassus ; he never lived in a garret, like thorough-bred poets; and "though he once roved a careless mountaineer in the Highlands of Scotland," he has not of late enjoyed this advantage.
348 페이지 - Of light no likeness is bequeath'd — no name, Focus at once of all the rays of Fame ! The flash of Wit, the bright Intelligence, The beam of Song, the blaze of Eloquence, Set with their Sun, but still have left behind The enduring produce of immortal Mind ; Fruits of a genial morn, and glorious noon, A deathless part of him who died too soon.