Selected Poems of Lord ByronT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1893 - 279 oldal |
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xxx. oldal
... leaf ' to the ground with all deliberate speed . I am better in health and morals . " At Venice he wrote Beppo , Mazeppa , and the early cantos of Don Juan . The Venetians called him " the English fish , " and declared that he " dived ...
... leaf ' to the ground with all deliberate speed . I am better in health and morals . " At Venice he wrote Beppo , Mazeppa , and the early cantos of Don Juan . The Venetians called him " the English fish , " and declared that he " dived ...
21. oldal
... through long decay . The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd Must fall the earliest prey ; Though by no hand untimely snatch'd , The leaves must drop away : And yet it were a greater grief To watch it AND THOU ART DEAD . 21.
... through long decay . The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd Must fall the earliest prey ; Though by no hand untimely snatch'd , The leaves must drop away : And yet it were a greater grief To watch it AND THOU ART DEAD . 21.
22. oldal
... leaf by leaf , Than see it pluck'd to day ; Since earthly eye but ill can bear To trace the change to foul from fair . I know not if I could have borne To see thy beauties fade ; The night that follow'd such a morn Had worn a deeper ...
... leaf by leaf , Than see it pluck'd to day ; Since earthly eye but ill can bear To trace the change to foul from fair . I know not if I could have borne To see thy beauties fade ; The night that follow'd such a morn Had worn a deeper ...
25. oldal
... leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath , All green and wildly fresh without , but worn and gray beneath . Oh could I feel as I have felt , or be what I have been , Or weep as I could once have wept , o'er many a vanish'd scene ; As ...
... leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath , All green and wildly fresh without , but worn and gray beneath . Oh could I feel as I have felt , or be what I have been , Or weep as I could once have wept , o'er many a vanish'd scene ; As ...
47. oldal
... leaves , the earliest of the year ; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom : And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head , And feed deep thought with many a dream , And lingering pause and lightly tread ...
... leaves , the earliest of the year ; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom : And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head , And feed deep thought with many a dream , And lingering pause and lightly tread ...
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92. oldal - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
82. oldal - Greece — but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start — for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath; But 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 — Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth!
67. oldal - 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?
94. oldal - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. 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 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
32. oldal - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! ADA ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
lvii. oldal - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
256. oldal - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head- and there is London Town!
102. oldal - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.
125. oldal - Lone — as a solitary cloud, A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
96. oldal - Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed: — Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters, — war within themselves to wage.