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The Works of the Rt. Hon. Lord Byron: In Eight Volumes, Volym 1–2
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1824
Auld Lang Syne beauties blood Cairn Gorme called CANTO chaste Cossacques costive Cupid's hills deem devil Don Juan doth doubt Empress eyes fair fame feelings friends gainst gentle glory grace hack hastion hate hath hatteries hattles heart Heaven heroes hirth honour Houris human Johnson Juan's King hissed knew Lady Adeline late least leave less look Lord Henry LXXII LXXIV LXXVIII LXXXV mankind marriage mind Miss moral Muse nation ne'er never noble nought o'er once passion Perhaps pity praise pretty Prince de Ligne Pyrrho rhyme Russian sage scarce seen Seraskier Shooter's Hill sigh slight smile sort soul spirit strange sublime Suwarrow tell there's things thou thought thousand thunder true truth turn twas twill unto virtue what's Where's George wild wish XXXVII young youth
Sidan 25 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!
Sidan 62 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.
Sidan 6 - Syne" brings Scotland, one and all, Scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the blue hills, and clear streams, The Dee, the Don, Balgounie's brig's black wall, All my boy feelings, all my gentler dreams Of what I then dreamt, clothed in their own pall, Like Banquo's offspring: — floating past me seems My childhood, in this childishness of mine: I care not — 'tis a glimpse of "Auld Lang Syne.
Sidan 52 - And I will war, at least in words (and — should My chance so happen — deeds) with all who war With Thought ;— and of Thought's foes by far most rude Tyrants and sycophants have been and are. I know not who may conquer : if I could Have such a prescience, it should be no bar To this my plain, sworn, downright detestation Of every despotism in every nation.
Sidan 20 - Huge halls, long galleries, spacious chambers, join'd By no quite lawful marriage of the arts, Might shock a connoisseur; but when combined, Form'da whole which, irregular in parts, Yet left a grand impression on the mind...
Sidan 17 - But Juan was my Moscow, and Faliero My Leipsic, and my Mont Saint Jean seems Cain :
Sidan 27 - Is yet within the unread events of time. Thus far, go forth, thou lay, which I will back Against the same given quantity of rhyme, For being as much the subject of attack As ever yet was any work sublime, By those who love to say that white is black. So much the better ! — I may stand alone, But would not change my free thoughts for a throne.
Sidan 18 - The annals of full many a line undone, — The gallant cavaliers, who fought in vain For those who knew not to resign or reign.
Sidan 19 - But in the noontide of the moon, and when The wind is winged from one point of heaven, There moans a strange unearthly sound, which then Is musical — a dying accent driven Through the huge arch, which soars and sinks again. Some deem it but the distant echo given Back to the night wind by the waterfall, And harmonized by the old choral wall.