Selected Poems of Lord ByronT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1893 - 279 sidor |
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Sida vi
... child and play with him , and once took him home to his lodgings for the night . He idealized the memory of " his sire " in a few pathetic lines in Lara . Byron's childhood was spent in Aberdeen . Perhaps fortunate in being out of the ...
... child and play with him , and once took him home to his lodgings for the night . He idealized the memory of " his sire " in a few pathetic lines in Lara . Byron's childhood was spent in Aberdeen . Perhaps fortunate in being out of the ...
Sida xi
... Child , With her Son in her blessed arms , looked round , Spared by some chance when all beside was spoiled ; She made the earth below seem holy ground . This may be superstition , weak or wild , But even the faintest relics of a shrine ...
... Child , With her Son in her blessed arms , looked round , Spared by some chance when all beside was spoiled ; She made the earth below seem holy ground . This may be superstition , weak or wild , But even the faintest relics of a shrine ...
Sida xxi
... Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . Byron had presented the manuscript to his friend and relative , Dallas , who made one or two unsuccessful attempts to dispose of it . Murray saw its merit , and brought out an edition of five thousand copies ...
... Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . Byron had presented the manuscript to his friend and relative , Dallas , who made one or two unsuccessful attempts to dispose of it . Murray saw its merit , and brought out an edition of five thousand copies ...
Sida xxviii
... Childe Harold , The Prisoner of Chillon , and other poems ; Shelley read and meditated ; " Mrs. " Shelley produced her tremendous story of Frankenstein . The English tourists , who deliberately cut the poets and their loves , gratified ...
... Childe Harold , The Prisoner of Chillon , and other poems ; Shelley read and meditated ; " Mrs. " Shelley produced her tremendous story of Frankenstein . The English tourists , who deliberately cut the poets and their loves , gratified ...
Sida xxix
... Childe Harold he received £ 3,675 , equiva- lent probably at the present time to nearly $ 25,000 . In October , 1816 , Byron went down to Italy and settled in Venice . Old Roger Ascham says of Italy : — " She is able to turne a saint ...
... Childe Harold he received £ 3,675 , equiva- lent probably at the present time to nearly $ 25,000 . In October , 1816 , Byron went down to Italy and settled in Venice . Old Roger Ascham says of Italy : — " She is able to turne a saint ...
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Adah Astarte beautiful behold beneath blood blue breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow Cain Canto charm cheek CHILDE HAROLD clime clouds cold dare dark daughter dead death deep DON JUAN dread dream earth eyes feel foam gaze gentle Giaour glory Goethe grave hand hath heart heaven heaving hour immortal isle John Byron knew Lady land Leopardi light limbs living lone look look'd Lord Byron Lucifer MANFRED mortal mother mountains Murray NATHAN HASKELL DOLE ne'er never night o'er once PARISINA passion poems poet poetic poetry roll'd rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd seen shalt shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh slave smile soul spirit Stanzas star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thousand throne turn'd Venice voice waters wave weep wild wind Wordsworth wrote youth
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Sida 50 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Sida 82 - Greece — but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start — for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away! Spark of that flame — perchance of heavenly birth — Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth!
Sida 67 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet : Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Sida 94 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Sida lvii - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Sida 256 - 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!
Sida 32 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart? When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope.
Sida 102 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.
Sida 95 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Sida 214 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.