The works of ... lord Byron, 7-8. kötet |
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76. oldal
... less successful invasions . A few still remain notwithstanding the pains taken by the Burgun- dians for ages , ( all who passed that way removing a bone to their own country ) and the less justifiable larce- nies of the Swiss ...
... less successful invasions . A few still remain notwithstanding the pains taken by the Burgun- dians for ages , ( all who passed that way removing a bone to their own country ) and the less justifiable larce- nies of the Swiss ...
81. oldal
... less manifested ; and of which , though knowing ourselves a part , we lose our individuality , and mingle in the beauty of the whole . If Rousseau had never written , nor lived , the same associations would not less have belonged to ...
... less manifested ; and of which , though knowing ourselves a part , we lose our individuality , and mingle in the beauty of the whole . If Rousseau had never written , nor lived , the same associations would not less have belonged to ...
88. oldal
... less of the pilgrim than in any of the preceding , and that little slightly , if at all , separated from the author speaking in his own person . The fact is , that I had beco- me weary of drawing a line which every one see- med ...
... less of the pilgrim than in any of the preceding , and that little slightly , if at all , separated from the author speaking in his own person . The fact is , that I had beco- me weary of drawing a line which every one see- med ...
114. oldal
... Less lovely or more powerful , and could'st claim Thy right , and awe the robbers back , who press To shed thy blood , and drink the tears of thy distress ; XLIII . Then might'st thou more appal ; or , less desired , Be homely and be ...
... Less lovely or more powerful , and could'st claim Thy right , and awe the robbers back , who press To shed thy blood , and drink the tears of thy distress ; XLIII . Then might'st thou more appal ; or , less desired , Be homely and be ...
121. oldal
... less than they , The Bard of Prose , creative spirit ! he Of the Hundred Tales of love - where did they lay Their bones , distinguish'd from our common clay In death as life ? Are they resolv'd to dust , And have their country's marbles ...
... less than they , The Bard of Prose , creative spirit ! he Of the Hundred Tales of love - where did they lay Their bones , distinguish'd from our common clay In death as life ? Are they resolv'd to dust , And have their country's marbles ...
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Alban hill Alhama amongst ancient Ariosto Arqua beauty beheld beneath blood Boccaccio breast breath brow called Canto Certaldo CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE Chioza church Cicero Comitium Darvell dead death Decameron deep dust earth edit Egeria eyes fame feel Ficus Ruminalis Florence foes gaze glory gondola hath heart heaven hills honour hope horse hour immortal inscription Italian Italy King lake Latian Laura light limbs Livy look Mazeppa mind mortal mountains Muses Nardini never night Note o'er once Padua pass passion Petrarch poet Roman Rome round ruin Sanguinetto scene seem'd seems seen shore smiled song soul spirit spot stars statue story Suetonius sweet Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought throne tomb tree twas Venetians Venice Vettor Pisani voice walls waters waves wild wind wolf words καὶ
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20. 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...
184. 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.
94. 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...
11. oldal - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
183. 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: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
18. oldal - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
154. oldal - Oh Love ! no habitant of earth thou art — An unseen seraph, we believe in thee, A faith whose martyrs are the broken heart, But never yet hath seen, nor e'er shall see The naked eye, thy form, as it should be ; The mind hath made thee, as it peopled heaven, Even with its own desiring phantasy, And to a thought such shape and image given, As haunts the unquench'd soul — parch'd — wearied — wrung — and riven.
158. oldal - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, ' And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
36. oldal - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
19. oldal - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.