The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed., containing considerable additions; to which is prefixed a life, by H. L. Bulwer, Volym 1 |
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... honour is the sleep of death . " Then Nisus , - " Calm thy bosom's fond alarms : Thy heart beats fiercely to the din of arms . More dear thy worth and valour than my own , I swear by him who fills Olympus ' throne ! So may I triumph ...
... honour is the sleep of death . " Then Nisus , - " Calm thy bosom's fond alarms : Thy heart beats fiercely to the din of arms . More dear thy worth and valour than my own , I swear by him who fills Olympus ' throne ! So may I triumph ...
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... honour'd in thy fall Than modern mansions in their pillar'd state ; " I must return you , " says Lord Byron , in a letter written in February , 1808 , " my best acknowledgments for the in- terest you have taken in me and my poetical ...
... honour'd in thy fall Than modern mansions in their pillar'd state ; " I must return you , " says Lord Byron , in a letter written in February , 1808 , " my best acknowledgments for the in- terest you have taken in me and my poetical ...
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... honour to himself and advantage to the very extensive school over which he presided . Pane- gyric would here be ... honours crown his future name : If such Lis virtues , such shall be his fame . " - L . E. No splendid tablets grace her ...
... honour to himself and advantage to the very extensive school over which he presided . Pane- gyric would here be ... honours crown his future name : If such Lis virtues , such shall be his fame . " - L . E. No splendid tablets grace her ...
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... honour'd name requires no vain display : By every son of grateful Ina blest , It finds an echo in each youthful breast ; A fame beyond the glories of the proud , Or all the plaudits of the venal crowd . ( 8 ) IDA ! not yet exhausted is ...
... honour'd name requires no vain display : By every son of grateful Ina blest , It finds an echo in each youthful breast ; A fame beyond the glories of the proud , Or all the plaudits of the venal crowd . ( 8 ) IDA ! not yet exhausted is ...
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... honour and thine own . ( 3 ) What ! must deserted Poesy still weep Where her last hopes with pious Cowper sleep ? Unless , perchance , from his cold bier she turns , To deck the turf that wraps her minstrel , Burns ! No ! though ...
... honour and thine own . ( 3 ) What ! must deserted Poesy still weep Where her last hopes with pious Cowper sleep ? Unless , perchance , from his cold bier she turns , To deck the turf that wraps her minstrel , Burns ! No ! though ...
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The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed ..., Volym 1 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1837 |
The Complete Works of Lord Byron, Repr. From the Last London Ed., Containing ... George Gordon N Byron Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2018 |
The Complete Works of Lord Byron, Repr. from the Last London Ed., Containing ... George Gordon N Byron Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2018 |
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Sida 259 - 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 142 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd 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 hail'd the wretch who won.
Sida 121 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Sida 146 - 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 113 - 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 113 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Sida 298 - 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.
Sida 134 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald : — how profound The gulf ! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Sida 282 - 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 281 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came That bird was...