The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 pagina's |
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... mind , that made each feature play Like sparkling waves on a sunny day ; And her motionless lips lay still as death , And her words came forth without her breath , And there rose not a heave o'er her bosom's swell , And there seemed not ...
... mind , that made each feature play Like sparkling waves on a sunny day ; And her motionless lips lay still as death , And her words came forth without her breath , And there rose not a heave o'er her bosom's swell , And there seemed not ...
Pagina 7
... mind with in its most unearthly mood , When each conception was a heavenly guest- A ray of immortality - and stood Starlike , around , until they gather'd to a god ! And if it be Prometheus stole from Heaven The fire which we endure ...
... mind with in its most unearthly mood , When each conception was a heavenly guest- A ray of immortality - and stood Starlike , around , until they gather'd to a god ! And if it be Prometheus stole from Heaven The fire which we endure ...
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... mind : For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend save these alone , " and One above . But thee 6 My father bless'd me fervently , Yet did not much complain ; But sorely will my mother sigh Till I come ...
... mind : For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend save these alone , " and One above . But thee 6 My father bless'd me fervently , Yet did not much complain ; But sorely will my mother sigh Till I come ...
Pagina 33
... in its eternity ! [ those , CONSCIENCE . The mind that broods o'er guilty woes Is like the scorpion girt by fire , In circle narrowing as it glows , The flames around C 2 BYRON . 33 His soft and summer breath, whose tender power ...
... in its eternity ! [ those , CONSCIENCE . The mind that broods o'er guilty woes Is like the scorpion girt by fire , In circle narrowing as it glows , The flames around C 2 BYRON . 33 His soft and summer breath, whose tender power ...
Pagina 34
... mind Remorse hath riven , Unfit for earth , undoom'd for heaven , Darkness above , despair beneath , Around it flame , within it death ! 1 CONRAD THE CORSAIR . They make obeisance , and retire in haste , Too soon to seek again the ...
... mind Remorse hath riven , Unfit for earth , undoom'd for heaven , Darkness above , despair beneath , Around it flame , within it death ! 1 CONRAD THE CORSAIR . They make obeisance , and retire in haste , Too soon to seek again the ...
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arms art thou aught Ave Maria beam beauty behold beneath blest blood blue bosom breast breath brow capital punishments Carthage charm cheek Clarens clouds dark dead death deep dread dream e'er eagle passes earth Egeria eternal face fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle GIAOUR glance glow gondolier grave grief hand hath heart heaven hope hour human clay JUNGFRAU Kaled knew light lips living lone look look'd mortal mountains Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once pale passion pause pride rill Rome rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd Seraph shine shone shore sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd stars stood sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought trembling twas twill waters wave weep wert Whate'er wild wind wing wither'd youth Zuleika
Populaire passages
Pagina 66 - 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...
Pagina 52 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Pagina 66 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Pagina 148 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Pagina 146 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Pagina 66 - On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heraclcidan blood might own.
Pagina 117 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Pagina 63 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Pagina 150 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Pagina 164 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...