The life, writings, opinions, and times of ... lord Byron, by an English gentleman in the Greek military service, 2. kötet1825 |
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201. oldal - His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue; And a light spear topped with a cypress cone, Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer, struck by the hunter's dart.
106. oldal - But talking about trumpets, here's my Vision! Now you shall judge, all people; yes, you shall Judge with my judgment, and by my decision Be guided who shall enter heaven or fall, I settle all these things by intuition, Times present, past, to come, heaven, hell, and all, Like King Alfonso. When I thus see double, I save the Deity some worlds of trouble.
21. oldal - Soften'd with the first breathings of the spring ; The high moon sails upon her beauteous way, Serenely smoothing o'er the lofty walls Of those tall piles and sea-girt palaces, Whose porphyry pillars, and whose costly fronts, Fraught with the orient spoil of many marbles, Like altars ranged along the broad canal, Seem each a trophy of some mighty deed Rear'd up from out the waters...
56. oldal - I must pay dearly for the desolation Now brought upon thee. Had I never loved But thee, I should have been an unopposed Monarch of honouring nations. To what gulfs A single deviation from the track Of human duties leads even those who claim The homage of mankind as their born due, And find it, till they forfeit it themselves ! Enter MYRRHA.
258. oldal - Remember thee ! remember thee ! Till Lethe quench life's burning stream, Remorse and shame shall cling to thee And haunt thee like a feverish dream. ' Remember thee ! Ay, doubt it not, Thy husband too shall think of thee, By neither shalt thou be forgot, Thou false to him, thou fiend to me...
357. oldal - Moore is one of the few writers who will survive the age in which he so deservedly flourishes. He will live in his 'Irish Melodies;' they will go down to posterity with the music; both will last as long as Ireland, or as music and poetry.
170. oldal - The women of Otaheite are handsome, mild, and cheerful in manners and conversation ; possessed of great sensibility, and have sufficient delicacy to make them be admired and beloved. The chiefs were so much attached to our people, that they rather encouraged their stay among them than otherwise, and even made them promises of large possessions. Under these, and many other...
201. oldal - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
308. oldal - I set a high value, that in this fictitious character, " Childe Harold," I may incur the suspicion of having intended some real personage : this I beg leave, once for all, to disclaim — Harold...
88. oldal - None of these things have I done ; none of the foul work by which literature is perverted to the injury of mankind. My hands are clean ; there is no ' damned spot ' upon them — no taint, which ' all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten.