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... lips ' " Think'st thou I saw 99 " When I hear you express " Oh ! when shall the grave " Stanzas to a Lady , with the Poems of Camoens- " This votive pledge " " The First Kiss of Love- " Away with your fictions On a Change of Masters at ...
... lips ' " Think'st thou I saw 99 " When I hear you express " Oh ! when shall the grave " Stanzas to a Lady , with the Poems of Camoens- " This votive pledge " " The First Kiss of Love- " Away with your fictions On a Change of Masters at ...
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... that rose spontaneously to his lips : - " Your Lord- ship , " said he , " is like Tom Thumb - you have done your duty , but you have done no more . " With strong and never regulated passions , great pride of xviii LIFE OF BYRON .
... that rose spontaneously to his lips : - " Your Lord- ship , " said he , " is like Tom Thumb - you have done your duty , but you have done no more . " With strong and never regulated passions , great pride of xviii LIFE OF BYRON .
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... lips , but not that of the devoted Guiccioli . Madame de Staël was right ; Byron had never an idea of pure exalted love . Of all his multifarious heroines , there is not one to excite the sympathies of a well - directed mind . Haidée ...
... lips , but not that of the devoted Guiccioli . Madame de Staël was right ; Byron had never an idea of pure exalted love . Of all his multifarious heroines , there is not one to excite the sympathies of a well - directed mind . Haidée ...
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... lips in bliss , And dwell an age on every kiss : Nor then my soul should sated be ; Still would I kiss and cling to thee : Nought should my kiss from thine dissever ; Still would we kiss , and kiss for ever ; E'en though the numbers did ...
... lips in bliss , And dwell an age on every kiss : Nor then my soul should sated be ; Still would I kiss and cling to thee : Nought should my kiss from thine dissever ; Still would we kiss , and kiss for ever ; E'en though the numbers did ...
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... lips of thine , Their hue invites my fervent kiss ; Yet I forego that bliss divine , Alas ! it were unhallow'd bliss . Whene'er I dream of that pure breast , How could I dwell upon its snows ! Yet is the daring wish repress'd ; For that ...
... lips of thine , Their hue invites my fervent kiss ; Yet I forego that bliss divine , Alas ! it were unhallow'd bliss . Whene'er I dream of that pure breast , How could I dwell upon its snows ! Yet is the daring wish repress'd ; For that ...
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Poems [Childe Harold's pilgrimage, canto 3, and other poems. 2 pt.]. George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1817 |
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Sida 501 - 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 500 - 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 ! ' Tis but the living who are dumb.
Sida 500 - 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!
Sida 499 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; - all were his! He counted them at break of day And when the sun set where were they?
Sida 351 - Deserved to be dearest of all : In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
Sida 512 - 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.
Sida 318 - THERE'S not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines In feeling's dull decay; 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
Sida 360 - And they were enemies: they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place Where had been heap'da mass of holy things For an unholy usage; they raked up, And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other's aspects — saw, and shriek'd, and died — Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose...
Sida 339 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Sida 333 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away...