The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals,John Murray, 1833 |
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11. oldal
... rock . " One , " said the guide , " of a king who broke his neck hunting . " His majesty had certainly chosen the fittest spot for such an achievement . A little above Castri is a cave , supposed the Pythian , of immense depth ; the ...
... rock . " One , " said the guide , " of a king who broke his neck hunting . " His majesty had certainly chosen the fittest spot for such an achievement . A little above Castri is a cave , supposed the Pythian , of immense depth ; the ...
15. oldal
... rocks faded from his view , And soon were lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam Repented he , but in his bosom slept The silent thought , nor from his lips did come One word of wail , whilst others sate ...
... rocks faded from his view , And soon were lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam Repented he , but in his bosom slept The silent thought , nor from his lips did come One word of wail , whilst others sate ...
23. oldal
... rocks , cataracts , and precipices ; convents on stupen- dous heights ; a distant view of the sea and the Tagus ; and , besides ( though that is a secondary consideration ) , is remarkable as the scene of Sir Hew Dalrymple's convention ...
... rocks , cataracts , and precipices ; convents on stupen- dous heights ; a distant view of the sea and the Tagus ; and , besides ( though that is a secondary consideration ) , is remarkable as the scene of Sir Hew Dalrymple's convention ...
24. oldal
... rock ; without it , Pena has the sense I adopted . I do not think it necessary to alter the passage ; as though the common acceptation affixed to it is " Our Lady of the Rock , " I may well assume the other sense from the severities ...
... rock ; without it , Pena has the sense I adopted . I do not think it necessary to alter the passage ; as though the common acceptation affixed to it is " Our Lady of the Rock , " I may well assume the other sense from the severities ...
31. oldal
... rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : XXXIII . But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name distinguisheth the brook , Though rival kingdoms press its verdant sides . Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook ...
... rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : XXXIII . But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name distinguisheth the brook , Though rival kingdoms press its verdant sides . Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook ...
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142. oldal - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
142. oldal - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
264. oldal - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals ; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make « Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
172. oldal - Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
263. oldal - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
193. oldal - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
169. oldal - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. LXXXVl. It is the hush of night...
225. oldal - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! LXXX.
157. oldal - Adieu to thee, fair Rhine! How long delighted The stranger fain would linger on his way! Thine is a scene alike where souls united Or lonely Contemplation thus might stray; And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey On self-condemning bosoms, it were here, Where Nature, nor too sombre nor too gay, Wild, but not rude, awful, yet not austere, Is to the mellow Earth as Autumn to the year.
262. oldal - Ye Elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted —Can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.