The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Last London Edition, Containing Besides the Notes and Illustrations by Moore [et Al.] Considerable Additions and Original Notes, with a Most Complete IndexA. and W. Galignani, 1841 - 935 sidor |
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Sida vii
... Lines written in Letters of an Italian Nun and an English Gentleman Adrian's Address to his Soul when dying . ib . Reply to some Verses of J. M. B. Pigot , Esq . ib . To the sighing Strephon . ib . Translation from Catullus , " Ad ...
... Lines written in Letters of an Italian Nun and an English Gentleman Adrian's Address to his Soul when dying . ib . Reply to some Verses of J. M. B. Pigot , Esq . ib . To the sighing Strephon . ib . Translation from Catullus , " Ad ...
Sida ix
... Lines in the Travellers ' book at Orchomenus . ledonian Meeting . Paraphrase from the opening lines of the Medea of Euripides Fragment of an Epistle to Thomas Moore Condolatory Address to Sarah Countess 871 ib . Epitaph . of Jersey ib ...
... Lines in the Travellers ' book at Orchomenus . ledonian Meeting . Paraphrase from the opening lines of the Medea of Euripides Fragment of an Epistle to Thomas Moore Condolatory Address to Sarah Countess 871 ib . Epitaph . of Jersey ib ...
Sida x
... Lines to Lady Holland · · Epigram , from the French of Rulhières ib . On this day I complete my thirty - sixth Sonnet to George the Fourth 896 year " Stanzas , " Could love for ever " ib . ATTRIBUTED POEMS . On my Wedding - day . 897 To ...
... Lines to Lady Holland · · Epigram , from the French of Rulhières ib . On this day I complete my thirty - sixth Sonnet to George the Fourth 896 year " Stanzas , " Could love for ever " ib . ATTRIBUTED POEMS . On my Wedding - day . 897 To ...
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... lines , which I had totally forgotten , composed in the summer of 1805 , a short time previous to my departure from Harrow . They were addressed to a young schoolfellow of high rank , who had been my frequent companion in some rambles ...
... lines , which I had totally forgotten , composed in the summer of 1805 , a short time previous to my departure from Harrow . They were addressed to a young schoolfellow of high rank , who had been my frequent companion in some rambles ...
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... line is almost a literal translation from a Spanish proverb . ( 3 ) The occurrence took place at Southwell , and the beautiful lady to whom the lines were addressed was Miss Houson . - L . E. Pistol - firing at a mark seems to have been ...
... line is almost a literal translation from a Spanish proverb . ( 3 ) The occurrence took place at Southwell , and the beautiful lady to whom the lines were addressed was Miss Houson . - L . E. Pistol - firing at a mark seems to have been ...
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Sida 148 - 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 148 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread fathomless alone.
Sida 116 - Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Sida 148 - 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 149 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Sida 261 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Sida 261 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
Sida 122 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill ; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes, Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently t^ir tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Sida 148 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own. When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Sida 127 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me ; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, — Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles,— nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them ; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could, Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.