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... deep , where we used to dive for , and pick up - having thrown them in on purpose - plates , eggs , and even shillings . I remember , in particular , there was the stump of a tree ( at least ten or twelve feet deep ) in the bed of the ...
... deep , where we used to dive for , and pick up - having thrown them in on purpose - plates , eggs , and even shillings . I remember , in particular , there was the stump of a tree ( at least ten or twelve feet deep ) in the bed of the ...
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... deep and silent expectation , and with their final burst of enthusiasm . It was not a vulgar joy , but an affecting national solemnity . When the vast bulwark sprung from her cradle , the calm water on which she swung majestically round ...
... deep and silent expectation , and with their final burst of enthusiasm . It was not a vulgar joy , but an affecting national solemnity . When the vast bulwark sprung from her cradle , the calm water on which she swung majestically round ...
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... deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name distinguisheth the brook , Though rival kingdoms ...
... deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name distinguisheth the brook , Though rival kingdoms ...
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... deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fix'd , and now anon Flashing afar , -and at his iron feet Destruction cowers , to mark what deeds ...
... deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fix'd , and now anon Flashing afar , -and at his iron feet Destruction cowers , to mark what deeds ...
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... voluptuous swell , Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again , And all went merry as a marriage bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ! WATERLOO . 11 Did ye not hear it ? —No 10 BEAUTIES OF BYRON .
... voluptuous swell , Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again , And all went merry as a marriage bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ! WATERLOO . 11 Did ye not hear it ? —No 10 BEAUTIES OF BYRON .
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Selections from the Writings of Lord Byron, by a Clergyman [W. Elwin] George Gordon N Byron (6th Baron ) Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2015 |
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Side 11 - 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...
Side 13 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Side 21 - 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 I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Side 12 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Side 135 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Side 91 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Side 22 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Side 45 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Side 27 - 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...
Side 27 - 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.