The works of lord Byron, 3. kötet |
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33. oldal
... verse that immortally saves . XXVI . Hark to the Allah shout ! a band Of the Mussulman bravest and best is at hand : Their leader's nervous arm is bare , Swifter to smite , and never to spare- Unclothed to the shoulder it waves them on ...
... verse that immortally saves . XXVI . Hark to the Allah shout ! a band Of the Mussulman bravest and best is at hand : Their leader's nervous arm is bare , Swifter to smite , and never to spare- Unclothed to the shoulder it waves them on ...
110. oldal
... verse with ease . XXII . She was not old , nor young , nor at the years Which certain people call a " certain age , ” Which yet the most uncertain age appears , Because I never heard , nor could engage A person yet by prayers , or ...
... verse with ease . XXII . She was not old , nor young , nor at the years Which certain people call a " certain age , ” Which yet the most uncertain age appears , Because I never heard , nor could engage A person yet by prayers , or ...
120. oldal
... verse on , The first that Walker's Lexicon unravels , And when I can't find that , I put a worse on , Not caring as I ought for critics ' cavils ; I've 10 a mind to tumble down to prose , ore in fashion - so here goes . LIII . The Count ...
... verse on , The first that Walker's Lexicon unravels , And when I can't find that , I put a worse on , Not caring as I ought for critics ' cavils ; I've 10 a mind to tumble down to prose , ore in fashion - so here goes . LIII . The Count ...
124. oldal
... verse began , I can't well break it , But must keep time and tune like public singers ; But if I once get through my present measure , I'll take another when I'm next at leisure . LXIV . They went to the Ridotto ( ' tis a place To which ...
... verse began , I can't well break it , But must keep time and tune like public singers ; But if I once get through my present measure , I'll take another when I'm next at leisure . LXIV . They went to the Ridotto ( ' tis a place To which ...
145. oldal
... verses on the " Literary Fund ; " not content with writing , he spouts in person after the company have imbibed a reasonable quantity of bad port , to enable them to sustain the operation . VOL . III . 14 The pen foredoom'd to aid the ...
... verses on the " Literary Fund ; " not content with writing , he spouts in person after the company have imbibed a reasonable quantity of bad port , to enable them to sustain the operation . VOL . III . 14 The pen foredoom'd to aid the ...
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bard beauty Behold beneath Beppo blest blood Bonnivard breath brow call'd CAMOENS CAPEL LOFFT Cavalier Servente cheek CHILLON cold Corinth dare dark Darvell dead death Deloraine dread dull Dunciad dungeon earth Edinburgh Review Epic eyes fame fear feel fell felt follies Geneve genius GIFFORD glance hand hath head heard heart heaven Hetman hope hour Laura limbs living look look'd Lord lyre Lyrical Ballads Mazeppa Minotti Muse ne'er never night Note numbers o'er once pain Parisina pass'd perchance poem praise prince PRISONER OF CHILLON rhyme roll'd Satire scarce seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh sire sleep smile song sonnets sons soul sound SOUTHEY spirit steed stood strain tears thee thine thing thou thought thousand throng Turcoman turn'd twas Venice verse voice wall waves wild wish'd words youth
Népszerű szakaszok
49. oldal - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
23. oldal - Fashion'd by long forgotten hands ; Two or three columns, and many a stone, Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown ! Out upon Time ! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before ! Out upon Time ! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve...
55. oldal - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake unshock'd, Because I could have smiled to see The death that would have set me free.
53. oldal - Twas still some solace, in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each With some new hope or legend old, Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold.
64. 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...
51. oldal - PRISONER OF CHILLON. 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...
61. oldal - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, — Lone — as the corse within its shroud, 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.
62. oldal - Returning where my walk begun, Avoiding only, as I trod, My brothers' graves without a sod; For if I thought with heedless tread My step profaned their lowly bed, My breath came gaspingly and thick, And my crush'd heart fell blind and sick.
75. oldal - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.(l) n.
58. oldal - Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray ; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise.