Selected Poems of Lord ByronT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1893 - 279 oldal |
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xxxiii. oldal
... sweet smile often broke through his melan- choly . He was at this time very pale and thin . His hair was dark brown , here and there turning to gray . His voice was harmonious , clear , and low . " The war of Greece against Turkey had ...
... sweet smile often broke through his melan- choly . He was at this time very pale and thin . His hair was dark brown , here and there turning to gray . His voice was harmonious , clear , and low . " The war of Greece against Turkey had ...
lxxi. oldal
... SWEET LAMBRO'S RETURN A STORMED CITY EXHORTATION TO MR . WILBERFORCE PAGE 243 · 246 247 · 248 249 • 251 253 254 256 256 258 262 264 265 266 268 269 269 270 271 274 275 • 278 278 EXHORTATION TO MRS . FRY . SATAN CLAIMS , AT HEAVEN'S GATE ...
... SWEET LAMBRO'S RETURN A STORMED CITY EXHORTATION TO MR . WILBERFORCE PAGE 243 · 246 247 · 248 249 • 251 253 254 256 256 258 262 264 265 266 268 269 269 270 271 274 275 • 278 278 EXHORTATION TO MRS . FRY . SATAN CLAIMS , AT HEAVEN'S GATE ...
7. oldal
... sweet smile the mother wore , When she and I in youth have smiled , As fond and faultless as her child ; Have seen her eyes in cold disdain , Ask if I felt no secret pain ; And I have acted well my part And made my cheek belie my heart ...
... sweet smile the mother wore , When she and I in youth have smiled , As fond and faultless as her child ; Have seen her eyes in cold disdain , Ask if I felt no secret pain ; And I have acted well my part And made my cheek belie my heart ...
12. oldal
... power To keep my bosom warm . While wand'ring through each broken path , O'er brake and craggy brow ; While elements exhaust their wrath , Sweet Florence , where art thou ? Not on the sea , not on the sea ! 12 POETRY OF BYRON .
... power To keep my bosom warm . While wand'ring through each broken path , O'er brake and craggy brow ; While elements exhaust their wrath , Sweet Florence , where art thou ? Not on the sea , not on the sea ! 12 POETRY OF BYRON .
15. oldal
... sweet ! when alone . Though I fly to Istambol , Athens holds my heart and soul : Can I cease to love thee ? Ζώη μου , σάς ἀγαπῶ . No ! TO INEZ . NAY , smile not at my sullen brows ; Alas ! I cannot smile again : Yet Heaven avert that ...
... sweet ! when alone . Though I fly to Istambol , Athens holds my heart and soul : Can I cease to love thee ? Ζώη μου , σάς ἀγαπῶ . No ! TO INEZ . NAY , smile not at my sullen brows ; Alas ! I cannot smile again : Yet Heaven avert that ...
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Adah Arqua art thou Astarte beautiful behold beneath blood blue breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow Byron Cain Canto CHAMOIS cheek CHILDE HAROLD clouds cold dare dark dead death deep DON JUAN dost dread earth eyes Farewell fear feel foam gaze gentle Giaour glory Goethe grave hand hath heard heart heaven heaving hour immortal isle jelicks Lady land light limbs live lone look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lucifer MANFRED mortal mountains Murray ne'er never night o'er once PARISINA poet poetry PRISONER OF CHILLON roll'd rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh slave smile soul spirit Stanzas star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought throne tomb turn'd Venice voice wall waters wave weep wild wind Witch Wordsworth youth
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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.