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There is a very life in our despair , VHality of poison , — a quick root Which feeds
these deadly branches ; for it were As nothing did we die ; but Life will suit Itself to
Sorrow ' s most qetested fruit , Like to the apples on the 8 Dead Sea ' s shore ...
There is a very life in our despair , VHality of poison , — a quick root Which feeds
these deadly branches ; for it were As nothing did we die ; but Life will suit Itself to
Sorrow ' s most qetested fruit , Like to the apples on the 8 Dead Sea ' s shore ...
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But his was not the love of living dame , Nor of the dead who rise upon our
dreams , But of ideal beauty , which became In hini existence , and o ' erflowing
teems Along his burning page , distempered though it seems , LXXIX . This
breathed ...
But his was not the love of living dame , Nor of the dead who rise upon our
dreams , But of ideal beauty , which became In hini existence , and o ' erflowing
teems Along his burning page , distempered though it seems , LXXIX . This
breathed ...
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Like to the apples on the Dead Sea ' s shore . The ( fabled ) apples on the brink of
the lake Asphaltes were said to be fair without , and within ashes , Vido Tacitus ,
Histor . I . 5 . 7 . Note 9 , page 23 , line last . ' For sceptred cynics earth were far ...
Like to the apples on the Dead Sea ' s shore . The ( fabled ) apples on the brink of
the lake Asphaltes were said to be fair without , and within ashes , Vido Tacitus ,
Histor . I . 5 . 7 . Note 9 , page 23 , line last . ' For sceptred cynics earth were far ...
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) X . My name from out the temple where the
dead Are honour ' d by the nations — let it be And light the laurels on a loftier
head ! And be the Spartan ' s epitaph on me - “ Sparta hath many a worthier son ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) X . My name from out the temple where the
dead Are honour ' d by the nations — let it be And light the laurels on a loftier
head ! And be the Spartan ' s epitaph on me - “ Sparta hath many a worthier son ...
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Statues of glass — all shiver ' d - the long file Of her dead Doges are declined to
dust ; But where they dwelt , the vast and sumptuous pile Bespeaks the pageant
of their splendid trust ; Their sceptre broken , and their sword in rust , Have ...
Statues of glass — all shiver ' d - the long file Of her dead Doges are declined to
dust ; But where they dwelt , the vast and sumptuous pile Bespeaks the pageant
of their splendid trust ; Their sceptre broken , and their sword in rust , Have ...
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The Works of Lord Byron: With an Introduction and Bibliography George Gordon Byron Begränsad förhandsgranskning - 1994 |
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Sida 20 - 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...
Sida 184 - 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.
Sida 94 - 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...
Sida 11 - 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.
Sida 183 - 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...
Sida 18 - 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...
Sida 154 - 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.
Sida 158 - 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.
Sida 36 - 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.
Sida 19 - 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.
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| Titel | The works of ... lord Byron, Volym 7–8 The works of ... lord Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Författare | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Publicerad 18055Illustrerad av | 1819 |
| Original från | Oxford University |
| Digitaliserad | 25 sep 2006 |
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