Childe Harold's pilgrimage, The giaour, The siege of Corinth [and other poems]. |
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33. oldal
... least like me , awake ! 8 . Through many a clime ' t is mine to go , With many a retrospection curst ; And all my solace is to know , Whate'er betides , I've known the worst . 9 . What is that worst ? Nay do not ask— In pity from the ...
... least like me , awake ! 8 . Through many a clime ' t is mine to go , With many a retrospection curst ; And all my solace is to know , Whate'er betides , I've known the worst . 9 . What is that worst ? Nay do not ask— In pity from the ...
36. oldal
... least doubt that we should have adorned a tale , instead of telling one . The crime of assassination is not confined to Portugal : in Sicily and Malta we are knocked on the head at a handsome ave- rage nightly , and not a Sicilian or ...
... least doubt that we should have adorned a tale , instead of telling one . The crime of assassination is not confined to Portugal : in Sicily and Malta we are knocked on the head at a handsome ave- rage nightly , and not a Sicilian or ...
37. oldal
... least in courage , is evident . Note 7. Stanza xxxv . When Cava's traitor - sire first call'd the band That dyed thy mountain streams with Gothic gore ? Count Julian's daughter , the Helen of Spain . Pelagius preserved his indepen ...
... least in courage , is evident . Note 7. Stanza xxxv . When Cava's traitor - sire first call'd the band That dyed thy mountain streams with Gothic gore ? Count Julian's daughter , the Helen of Spain . Pelagius preserved his indepen ...
47. oldal
... least , the oft - told flames , Which , though sometimes they frown , yet rarely anger dames . XXXIII . Little knew she that seeming marble - heart , Now mask'd in silence or withheld by pride , Was not unskilful in the spoiler's art ...
... least , the oft - told flames , Which , though sometimes they frown , yet rarely anger dames . XXXIII . Little knew she that seeming marble - heart , Now mask'd in silence or withheld by pride , Was not unskilful in the spoiler's art ...
56. oldal
... least the bad , LXIX . It came to pass , that when he did address Himself to quit at length this mountain - land , Combined marauders half - way barr'd egress , And wasted far and near with glaive and brand ; And therefore did he take a ...
... least the bad , LXIX . It came to pass , that when he did address Himself to quit at length this mountain - land , Combined marauders half - way barr'd egress , And wasted far and near with glaive and brand ; And therefore did he take a ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, the Giaour, the Siege of Corinth [And Other Poems] George Gordon N Byron Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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Albanian Ali Pacha Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow CANTO Childe Harold Christian Cicero dark dead death deep doom earth fair fame fate feel Ficus Ruminalis foes gaze Giaour glory gondoliers grave Greece Greek hand hath heard heart heaven hills honour hope hour Italian Italy Julius Cæsar land less light live maid mind mortal mountains ne'er never night Note o'er once Parisina pass pass'd Petrarch Pouqueville rock Romaic Roman Rome round scarce scene seem'd seen shine shore sigh smile song soul spirit Stanza steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tomb Venetians Venice voice walls wave wild wind young ἀπὸ δὲν διὰ εἶναι εἰς καὶ μὲ νὰ σᾶς τὰ τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν
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470. oldal - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! A SPIRIT PASS'D BEFORE ME.
469. oldal - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
119. oldal - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
102. oldal - Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay ; The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent...
153. oldal - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her...
100. oldal - As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! Arm! it is! — it is! — the cannon's opening roar!
100. oldal - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
225. oldal - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
178. oldal - Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her ! Ye elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — can ye not Accord me such a being?
106. oldal - Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.