The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 sider |
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... arm showed white and bare : And ere yet she made reply , Once she raised her hand on high ; It was so wan , and transparent of hue , You might have seen the moon shine through . " I come from my rest to him I love best , That I may be ...
... arm showed white and bare : And ere yet she made reply , Once she raised her hand on high ; It was so wan , and transparent of hue , You might have seen the moon shine through . " I come from my rest to him I love best , That I may be ...
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... arm they would debase Scourge , with a whip of scorpions , those Whom vice and envy made my foes . " Upon his hand she laid her own— 1 Light was the touch , but it thrill'd to the bone , And shot a chillness to his heart , Which fixed ...
... arm they would debase Scourge , with a whip of scorpions , those Whom vice and envy made my foes . " Upon his hand she laid her own— 1 Light was the touch , but it thrill'd to the bone , And shot a chillness to his heart , Which fixed ...
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... arms that ne'er shall loose their hold : Friends meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; True foes , once met , are join'd till death ! AN ASSAULT ON A CITY BY NIGHT . The night was dark , and the thick mist allowed Nought to be seen save ...
... arms that ne'er shall loose their hold : Friends meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; True foes , once met , are join'd till death ! AN ASSAULT ON A CITY BY NIGHT . The night was dark , and the thick mist allowed Nought to be seen save ...
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... arms across his chest . The ruddy , reckless , dauntless hue once spread Along his cheek was livid now as lead ; His light - brown locks so graceful in their flow Now rose like startled vipers o'er his brow . Still as a statue , with ...
... arms across his chest . The ruddy , reckless , dauntless hue once spread Along his cheek was livid now as lead ; His light - brown locks so graceful in their flow Now rose like startled vipers o'er his brow . Still as a statue , with ...
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... arms a dart , he fights aloof , nor more Can man achieve without the friendly steed- Alas ! too oft condemn'd for him to bear and bleed . Thrice sounds the clarion ; lo ! the signal falls , The den expands , and expectation mute Gapes ...
... arms a dart , he fights aloof , nor more Can man achieve without the friendly steed- Alas ! too oft condemn'd for him to bear and bleed . Thrice sounds the clarion ; lo ! the signal falls , The den expands , and expectation mute Gapes ...
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The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His Works George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1824 |
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Side 66 - 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...
Side 52 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Side 66 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Side 148 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Side 146 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Side 66 - On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heraclcidan blood might own.
Side 117 - 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 63 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Side 150 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Side 164 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...