The Poetical Works of Lord ByronJohn Murray, 1859 - 827 sidor |
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... stral presence of an eager and diversified assemblage , he may ie a poet perhaps , but assuredly he will never be a dramatist . If Lord Byron really does not wish to impregnate his elabo rate scenes with the living part of the drama- if ...
... stral presence of an eager and diversified assemblage , he may ie a poet perhaps , but assuredly he will never be a dramatist . If Lord Byron really does not wish to impregnate his elabo rate scenes with the living part of the drama- if ...
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... Stral . I'll rest me here a moment . Iden . ( to the servants ) . Instantly , knaves ! Wer . ( aside ) . Stral . Ho ! a chair ! [ STRALENHEIM sits down . " Tis he ! Who are these strangers ? Iden . One says he is no stranger . Wer ...
... Stral . I'll rest me here a moment . Iden . ( to the servants ) . Instantly , knaves ! Wer . ( aside ) . Stral . Ho ! a chair ! [ STRALENHEIM sits down . " Tis he ! Who are these strangers ? Iden . One says he is no stranger . Wer ...
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... Stral . I knew not that you had reasons for reserve . Wer . Many have such : -Have you none ? Stral . Interest a mere stranger . Wer . None which can Then forgive The same unknown and humble stranger , if He wishes to remain so to the ...
... Stral . I knew not that you had reasons for reserve . Wer . Many have such : -Have you none ? Stral . Interest a mere stranger . Wer . None which can Then forgive The same unknown and humble stranger , if He wishes to remain so to the ...
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... Stral . But Can I not serve you ? You are young , and of That mould which throws out heroes ; fair in favour ; Brave , I know , by my living now to say so ; And doubtlessly , with such a form and heart , Would look into the fiery eyes ...
... Stral . But Can I not serve you ? You are young , and of That mould which throws out heroes ; fair in favour ; Brave , I know , by my living now to say so ; And doubtlessly , with such a form and heart , Would look into the fiery eyes ...
Sida 352
... Stral . ( solus ) . A stalwart , active , soldier - looking Iden . Why , don't you know , my lord ? Stral . How should I ? I was fast asleep . Iden . And so Was I , and that's the cause I know no more Than does your excellency . Stral ...
... Stral . ( solus ) . A stalwart , active , soldier - looking Iden . Why , don't you know , my lord ? Stral . How should I ? I was fast asleep . Iden . And so Was I , and that's the cause I know no more Than does your excellency . Stral ...
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Sida 58 - 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, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Sida 28 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Sida 28 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd 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 look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Sida 28 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Sida 58 - 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 29 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Sida 135 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Sida 122 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek— There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Sida 40 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Sida 54 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.