The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 pagina's |
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... sweet . To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most PREPARATIONS FOR BATTLE . Hark ! through the silence of the cold , dull night , The hum of armies gathering rank on rank ! Lo ! dusky masses steal in dubious sight Along the ...
... sweet . To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most PREPARATIONS FOR BATTLE . Hark ! through the silence of the cold , dull night , The hum of armies gathering rank on rank ! Lo ! dusky masses steal in dubious sight Along the ...
Pagina 20
... sweet sight for vulgar eyes— Four steeds that spurn the rein , as swift as shy , Hurl the dark bulk along , scarce seen in dashing by . CAIN'S PRAISE OF ADAH'S BEAUTY . Lucifer . What is that , Which being nearest to thine eyes is still ...
... sweet sight for vulgar eyes— Four steeds that spurn the rein , as swift as shy , Hurl the dark bulk along , scarce seen in dashing by . CAIN'S PRAISE OF ADAH'S BEAUTY . Lucifer . What is that , Which being nearest to thine eyes is still ...
Pagina 22
... Sweet Enoch ! Oh Cain ! look on him ; see how full of life , Of strength , of bloom , of beauty , and of joy , How like to me how like to thee , when gentle , For then we are all alike ; is't not so , Cain ? Mother , and sire , and son ...
... Sweet Enoch ! Oh Cain ! look on him ; see how full of life , Of strength , of bloom , of beauty , and of joy , How like to me how like to thee , when gentle , For then we are all alike ; is't not so , Cain ? Mother , and sire , and son ...
Pagina 32
... sweet Clarens , birth - place of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very glaciers have her colours caught , And sunset into rose - hues sees them wrought ...
... sweet Clarens , birth - place of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very glaciers have her colours caught , And sunset into rose - hues sees them wrought ...
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... sweet than words , And innocently open their glad wings , Fearless and full of life ; the gush of springs , And fall of lofty fountains , and the bend Of stirring branches , and the bud which brings The swiftest thought of beauty , here ...
... sweet than words , And innocently open their glad wings , Fearless and full of life ; the gush of springs , And fall of lofty fountains , and the bend Of stirring branches , and the bud which brings The swiftest thought of beauty , here ...
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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...