The works of lord Byron, 1. kötet |
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7. oldal
... beauty lingers , ) And mark'd the mild angelic air , The rapture of repose that's there , The fix'd yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek , And - but for that sad shrouded eye , That fires not , wins not , weeps ...
... beauty lingers , ) And mark'd the mild angelic air , The rapture of repose that's there , The fix'd yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek , And - but for that sad shrouded eye , That fires not , wins not , weeps ...
8. oldal
... beauty with that fearful bloom , That hue which haunts it to the tomb , Expression's last receding ray , A gilded halo hovering round decay , The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame , perchance of heavenly birth ...
... beauty with that fearful bloom , That hue which haunts it to the tomb , Expression's last receding ray , A gilded halo hovering round decay , The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame , perchance of heavenly birth ...
15. oldal
... Beauty's song ; And softer seem'd each melting tone Of Music mingled with its own . But ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose Along the brink at Twilight's close : The stream that fill'd that font is fled- The blood that warm'd his heart is ...
... Beauty's song ; And softer seem'd each melting tone Of Music mingled with its own . But ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose Along the brink at Twilight's close : The stream that fill'd that font is fled- The blood that warm'd his heart is ...
18. oldal
... Beauty lures the full - grown child , With hue as bright , and wing as wild ; A chase of idle hopes and fears , Begun in folly , closed in tears . If won , to equal ills betray'd , Woe waits the insect and the maid ; A life of pain ...
... Beauty lures the full - grown child , With hue as bright , and wing as wild ; A chase of idle hopes and fears , Begun in folly , closed in tears . If won , to equal ills betray'd , Woe waits the insect and the maid ; A life of pain ...
19. oldal
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Or Beauty , blighted in an hour , Find joy within her broken bower ? No : gayer insects fluttering by Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die , And lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Or Beauty , blighted in an hour , Find joy within her broken bower ? No : gayer insects fluttering by Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die , And lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing ...
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accents Amaun apostolic palace arms band beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow call'd calpac Cavalier Servente cheek Conrad dare dark dead death deed deep despair doom dread dream earth faithless fate fear feel fell fix'd foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont hope horsetails hour Houris knew Lara Lara's light limbs lips lonely look look'd Mazeppa Moslem Mussulman ne'er never night Note nought numbers o'er once Pacha pale Parisina pass'd perchance pride rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim she-the shore sigh silent sire slave smile sooth soul sound stamp'd steed stern stood strife tale tears tell thee thine thou thought Timariot turban Turkish turn'd Twas Venice voice wall wave Whate'er wild wind words wound youth Zuleika
Népszerű szakaszok
321. oldal - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
318. oldal - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes Ran over with the glad surprise, And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery.
321. oldal - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
307. oldal - ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
309. oldal - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
315. oldal - Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face. The infant love of all his race.
93. oldal - 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 ! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
315. oldal - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...