The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: With ... Notes and a Life of the Author, 1. kötetJohnson, Wilson and Company, 1867 |
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11. oldal
... wall ? — Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : XXXIII . But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name ...
... wall ? — Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : XXXIII . But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name ...
12. oldal
... walls . XLVII . Not so the rustic with his trembling mate He lurks , nor casts his heavy eye afar , Lest he should view his vineyard desolate , Blasted below the dun hot breath of war . No more beneath soft Eve's consenting star ...
... walls . XLVII . Not so the rustic with his trembling mate He lurks , nor casts his heavy eye afar , Lest he should view his vineyard desolate , Blasted below the dun hot breath of war . No more beneath soft Eve's consenting star ...
13. oldal
... wall ? ' LVII . Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons , But form'd for all the witching arts of love : Though thus in arms they emulate her sons , And in the horrid phalanx dare to move , ' Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove ...
... wall ? ' LVII . Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons , But form'd for all the witching arts of love : Though thus in arms they emulate her sons , And in the horrid phalanx dare to move , ' Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove ...
14. oldal
... walls of white ; Though not to one dome circumscribeth she Her worship , but , devoted to her rite , A thousand altars rise , forever blazing bright . LXVII . From morn till night , from night till startled Morr . Peeps blushing on the ...
... walls of white ; Though not to one dome circumscribeth she Her worship , but , devoted to her rite , A thousand altars rise , forever blazing bright . LXVII . From morn till night , from night till startled Morr . Peeps blushing on the ...
15. oldal
... walls . Bounds with one lashing spring the mighty brute , And , wildly staring , spurns , with sounding foot , The sand , nor blindly rushes on his foe : Here , there , he points his threatening front , to suit His first attack , wide ...
... walls . Bounds with one lashing spring the mighty brute , And , wildly staring , spurns , with sounding foot , The sand , nor blindly rushes on his foe : Here , there , he points his threatening front , to suit His first attack , wide ...
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Adah Aholibamah Anah art thou Assyria aught bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cain Calmar chief CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE dare dark dead death deeds deep Doge dost doth dread dream earth eternal fame fate father fear feel gaze Giaour grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour Iden Irad Japh leave Lioni live look look'd lord Lucifer Marino Faliero Michel Steno mortal Myrrha ne'er never night noble o'er once palace PANIA pass'd SARDANAPALUS satraps scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit stars Stral strange sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd twas Twill Ulric unto Venice voice walls wave Whate'er words wouldst youth
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32. oldal - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
44. oldal - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
62. oldal - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
32. oldal - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
31. 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; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise...
77. oldal - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
62. oldal - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock.built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
32. oldal - 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 ! XXIX.
46. oldal - The Moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all...
62. oldal - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar...