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, Volum 1 |
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... head of all rows against the master or the towns - people , and rather a leader in the sports than distinguished in the studies of the place . He read a great deal , but his reading was of a de- sultory kind , and far from the course of ...
... head of all rows against the master or the towns - people , and rather a leader in the sports than distinguished in the studies of the place . He read a great deal , but his reading was of a de- sultory kind , and far from the course of ...
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... head . On the 14th his physician , Dr. Bruno , urged bleeding , which Lord Byron , however , from some boyish superstition , resolutely resisted . At this time he would have sent for Dr. Thomas at Zante , but a hurricane blowing into ...
... head . On the 14th his physician , Dr. Bruno , urged bleeding , which Lord Byron , however , from some boyish superstition , resolutely resisted . At this time he would have sent for Dr. Thomas at Zante , but a hurricane blowing into ...
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... head- Without thee , where would be my heaven ? February , 1803 . ON LEAVING NEWSTEAD ABBEY . ( 2 ) " Why dost thou build the hall , son of the winged days ? Thou lookest from thy tower to - day : yet a few years , and the blast of the ...
... head- Without thee , where would be my heaven ? February , 1803 . ON LEAVING NEWSTEAD ABBEY . ( 2 ) " Why dost thou build the hall , son of the winged days ? Thou lookest from thy tower to - day : yet a few years , and the blast of the ...
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... head , My ears with tingling echoes ring , And life itself is on the wing ; My eyes refuse the cheering light , Their orbs are veiled in starless night : Such pangs my nature sinks beneath , And feels a temporary death . IMITATION OF ...
... head , My ears with tingling echoes ring , And life itself is on the wing ; My eyes refuse the cheering light , Their orbs are veiled in starless night : Such pangs my nature sinks beneath , And feels a temporary death . IMITATION OF ...
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... head a few short years will shower The gift of riches and the pride of power ; Een now a name illustrious is thine own , Renown'd in rank , not far beneath the throne . Yet , Dorset ! let not this seduce thy soul To shun fair science ...
... head a few short years will shower The gift of riches and the pride of power ; Een now a name illustrious is thine own , Renown'd in rank , not far beneath the throne . Yet , Dorset ! let not this seduce thy soul To shun fair science ...
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The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed ..., Volum 1 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1837 |
The Complete Works of Lord Byron, Repr. From the Last London Ed., Containing ... George Gordon N Byron Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2018 |
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Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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!
Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...