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, المجلد 1 |
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الصفحة xvii
... wild ecstacy with which I also at an early period of life first found myself on those shores , the images of which are , from their singularity as well as their associations , the most striking - remembering , as I well remember , the ...
... wild ecstacy with which I also at an early period of life first found myself on those shores , the images of which are , from their singularity as well as their associations , the most striking - remembering , as I well remember , the ...
الصفحة xviii
... wild , it was the Albanian chief to whose camp our Poet , on first arriving , directed his steps . On many of his subsequent pages fell the dark shadow of the daring Ruler of Albania ; and , indeed , it is difficult to underrate the ...
... wild , it was the Albanian chief to whose camp our Poet , on first arriving , directed his steps . On many of his subsequent pages fell the dark shadow of the daring Ruler of Albania ; and , indeed , it is difficult to underrate the ...
الصفحة xxix
... wild impulses of warlike insub- ordination and legislative quacks , spouting forth their well - intentioned nonsense about a free press and a Benthamite republic , -accused here as a miser , be- cause he reserved his means for objects ...
... wild impulses of warlike insub- ordination and legislative quacks , spouting forth their well - intentioned nonsense about a free press and a Benthamite republic , -accused here as a miser , be- cause he reserved his means for objects ...
الصفحة xxxi
... wild and half - civilized warriors present , their deep - felt un- affected grief , the fond recollections , the disappointed hopes , the anxieties and sad presentiments , which might be read on overy countenance - all contributed to ...
... wild and half - civilized warriors present , their deep - felt un- affected grief , the fond recollections , the disappointed hopes , the anxieties and sad presentiments , which might be read on overy countenance - all contributed to ...
الصفحة 15
... wild ; Woman his dupe , his heedless friend a tool ; Old in the world , though scarcely broke from school ; Damætas ran through all the maze of sin , And found the goal when others just begin : Even still conflicting passions shake his ...
... wild ; Woman his dupe , his heedless friend a tool ; Old in the world , though scarcely broke from school ; Damætas ran through all the maze of sin , And found the goal when others just begin : Even still conflicting passions shake his ...
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...