The works of ... lord Byron, Volym 7–8 |
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Sida 78
... plain and rivers and Archipelago around you : and another to trim your taper over it in a snug library this I know . of what is called Were the early and rapid progress Methodism to be attributed to any cause beyond the enthusiasm ...
... plain and rivers and Archipelago around you : and another to trim your taper over it in a snug library this I know . of what is called Were the early and rapid progress Methodism to be attributed to any cause beyond the enthusiasm ...
Sida 108
... and his sepulchre ; both plain And venerably simple , such as raise A feeling more accordant with his strain Than if a pyramid form'd his monumental fane . XXXII . And the soft quiet hamlet where he dwelt 108 Canto IV . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... and his sepulchre ; both plain And venerably simple , such as raise A feeling more accordant with his strain Than if a pyramid form'd his monumental fane . XXXII . And the soft quiet hamlet where he dwelt 108 Canto IV . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
Sida 124
... plain , with legions scatter'd o'er . LXIII . Like to a forest fell'd by mountain winds ; And such the storm of battle on his day , And such the phrensy , whose convulsion blinds To all save carnage , that , beneath the fray , An ...
... plain , with legions scatter'd o'er . LXIII . Like to a forest fell'd by mountain winds ; And such the storm of battle on his day , And such the phrensy , whose convulsion blinds To all save carnage , that , beneath the fray , An ...
Sida 125
... plains , and man's dread hath no words . LXV . Far other scene is Thrasimene now ; Her lake a sheet of silver , and her plain Rent by no ravage save , the gently plough ; Her aged trees rise thick as once the slain Lay where their roots ...
... plains , and man's dread hath no words . LXV . Far other scene is Thrasimene now ; Her lake a sheet of silver , and her plain Rent by no ravage save , the gently plough ; Her aged trees rise thick as once the slain Lay where their roots ...
Sida 130
... plain Heaves like a long - swept wave about to break , And on , the curl hangs pausing : not in vain May he , who will , his recollections rake And quote in classic raptures , and awake The hills with Latian echoes ; I abhorr'd Too much ...
... plain Heaves like a long - swept wave about to break , And on , the curl hangs pausing : not in vain May he , who will , his recollections rake And quote in classic raptures , and awake The hills with Latian echoes ; I abhorr'd Too much ...
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Alban hill Alhama amongst ancient Ariosto Arqua beauty beheld beneath blood Boccaccio breast breath brow called Canto Certaldo CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE Chioza church Cicero Comitium Darvell dead death Decameron deep dust earth edit Egeria eyes fame feel Ficus Ruminalis Florence foes gaze glory gondola hath heart heaven hills honour hope horse hour immortal inscription Italian Italy King lake Latian Laura light limbs Livy look Mazeppa mind mortal mountains Muses Nardini never night Note o'er once Padua pass passion Petrarch poet Roman Rome round ruin Sanguinetto scene seem'd seems seen shore smiled song soul spirit spot stars statue story Suetonius sweet Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought throne tomb tree twas Venetians Venice Vettor Pisani voice walls waters waves wild wind wolf words καὶ
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Sida 20 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Sida 184 - 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 94 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Sida 11 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Sida 183 - 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 18 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered 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 looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Sida 154 - Oh Love ! no habitant of earth thou art — An unseen seraph, we believe in thee, A faith whose martyrs are the broken heart, But never yet hath seen, nor e'er shall see The naked eye, thy form, as it should be ; The mind hath made thee, as it peopled heaven, Even with its own desiring phantasy, And to a thought such shape and image given, As haunts the unquench'd soul — parch'd — wearied — wrung — and riven.
Sida 158 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, ' And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
Sida 36 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Sida 19 - 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.