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... winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest , But our flower was in flushing When blighting was nearest ! Like , the dew on the mountain , Like the foam on the river- Like the bubble on the fountain- He is gone , and for ever ! » Yes ...
... winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest , But our flower was in flushing When blighting was nearest ! Like , the dew on the mountain , Like the foam on the river- Like the bubble on the fountain- He is gone , and for ever ! » Yes ...
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... wind that chills the polar flood . My blood is all meridian ; were it not , I had not left my clime ; -I shall not be , In spite of tortures ne'er to be forgot , A slave again of love , at least of thee . " T is vain to struggle — let ...
... wind that chills the polar flood . My blood is all meridian ; were it not , I had not left my clime ; -I shall not be , In spite of tortures ne'er to be forgot , A slave again of love , at least of thee . " T is vain to struggle — let ...
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... wind arose , which in the end obliged the captain to steer back to the harbour , where they re - entered at six in the morning . Lord Byron had passed nearly the whole night on deck . Those of his suite , who were not affected with sea ...
... wind arose , which in the end obliged the captain to steer back to the harbour , where they re - entered at six in the morning . Lord Byron had passed nearly the whole night on deck . Those of his suite , who were not affected with sea ...
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... winds lift up their voices : I depart , Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by , When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye . " Whoever can read these lines unmoved must have a heart as dry as summer's dust . In ...
... winds lift up their voices : I depart , Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by , When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye . " Whoever can read these lines unmoved must have a heart as dry as summer's dust . In ...
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... wind . " It is , however , to be deplored that in this poem the author too often lacerates and trifles with our feelings , and frequently displays a mis- placed facetiousness on the most tender or serious sub- jects ; and , what is ...
... wind . " It is , however , to be deplored that in this poem the author too often lacerates and trifles with our feelings , and frequently displays a mis- placed facetiousness on the most tender or serious sub- jects ; and , what is ...
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The Complete Works of Lord Byron with a Biogr. and Critical Notice by J. W. Lake George Gordon N Byron,J W Lake Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2018 |
The Complete Works of Lord Byron with a Biogr. and Critical Notice by J. W. Lake George Gordon N. Byron,J. W. Lake Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2018 |
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Sida 183 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Sida 166 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Sida 183 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Sida 185 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Sida 272 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : — not so thou, Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now ! CLXXXIII.
Sida 170 - 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 237 - The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! LXXX.
Sida 185 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Sida 158 - 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.— But hark!
Sida 191 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.