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102. oldal
I can repeople with the past — and of The present there is still for eye and
thought , And meditation chasten ' d down , enough ; And more , it may be , than I
hoped or sought ; And of the happiest moments which were wrought Within the
web of ...
I can repeople with the past — and of The present there is still for eye and
thought , And meditation chasten ' d down , enough ; And more , it may be , than I
hoped or sought ; And of the happiest moments which were wrought Within the
web of ...
106. oldal
... Heaven is free From clouds , but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast
Iris of the West , Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While , on the other hand ,
meek Dian ' s crest Floats through the azure air - an island of the blest ! XXVIII .
... Heaven is free From clouds , but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast
Iris of the West , Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While , on the other hand ,
meek Dian ' s crest Floats through the azure air - an island of the blest ! XXVIII .
114. oldal
Italia ! oh Italia ! thou who hast 22 The fatal gist of beauty , which became A
funeral dower of present woes and past , On thy sweet brow ' is sorrow plough ' d
by shame , And annals graved in characters of fame . Oh God ! that thou wert in
thy ...
Italia ! oh Italia ! thou who hast 22 The fatal gist of beauty , which became A
funeral dower of present woes and past , On thy sweet brow ' is sorrow plough ' d
by shame , And annals graved in characters of fame . Oh God ! that thou wert in
thy ...
120. oldal
In Sancta Croce ' s holy precincts lie In Ashes which make it holier , dust which is
Even in itself an immortality , Though there were nothing save the past , and this ,
The particle of those sublimities Whih have relaps ' d to chaos : — here repose ...
In Sancta Croce ' s holy precincts lie In Ashes which make it holier , dust which is
Even in itself an immortality , Though there were nothing save the past , and this ,
The particle of those sublimities Whih have relaps ' d to chaos : — here repose ...
147. oldal
There is the moral of all human tales ; 52 ' Tis but the same rehearsal of the past ,
First Freedom , and then Glory - when that fails , Wealth , vice , corruption -
barbarism at last . And History , with all her volumes vast , Hath but one page , - '
tis ...
There is the moral of all human tales ; 52 ' Tis but the same rehearsal of the past ,
First Freedom , and then Glory - when that fails , Wealth , vice , corruption -
barbarism at last . And History , with all her volumes vast , Hath but one page , - '
tis ...
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The Works of Lord Byron: With an Introduction and Bibliography George Gordon Byron Korlátozott előnézet - 1994 |
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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.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | The works of ... lord Byron, 7-8. kötet The works of ... lord Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Szerző | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Kiadás éve: | 1819 |
| Eredeti forrása | Oxfordi Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2006. szept. 25. |
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