The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, المجلد 8 |
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... of presenting in a continuous stream of verse , the essence of the thoughts and feel- ings elicited from his individual mind , during a succession of years , and at different stages , con- - ― sequently , of his intellectual and moral ...
... of presenting in a continuous stream of verse , the essence of the thoughts and feel- ings elicited from his individual mind , during a succession of years , and at different stages , con- - ― sequently , of his intellectual and moral ...
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... the poetic inspiration : we drank deep , too , of the spring ; but- ( I can answer for myself ) —without feeling sensible of any extraor . dinary effect . " - E ] II . ܐ܂ Whilome in Albion's isle there dwelt a CANTO THE FIRST -
... the poetic inspiration : we drank deep , too , of the spring ; but- ( I can answer for myself ) —without feeling sensible of any extraor . dinary effect . " - E ] II . ܐ܂ Whilome in Albion's isle there dwelt a CANTO THE FIRST -
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... feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole , Whate'er this grief mote be , which he could not control . IX . -- And none did love him — though to hall and bower He gather'd revellers from far and ...
... feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole , Whate'er this grief mote be , which he could not control . IX . -- And none did love him — though to hall and bower He gather'd revellers from far and ...
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... feel [ heal Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The laughing dames in whom he did delight , Whose large blue eyes , fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake the ...
... feel [ heal Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The laughing dames in whom he did delight , Whose large blue eyes , fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake the ...
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... feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And that scorcheth all it glares upon ; eye Restless it rolls , now fix ...
... feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And that scorcheth all it glares upon ; eye Restless it rolls , now fix ...
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Albanians Ali Pacha amongst ancient Ariosto Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Cæsar called Canto charms Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE church Cicero Constantinople dark death deem'd deep doth dust earth Egeria fair fame feel Ficus Ruminalis Florence foes French gaze glory gondoliers Greece Greek hand hath heart Heaven hills Historical Notes Hobhouse honour hope hour immortal Italian Italy Julius Cæsar lake land less light Lord Byron maid mind mortal mountains ne'er never o'er once Pacha palace pass passion Petrarch plain poet Pouqueville rock Roman Rome ruins says scene seems seen shore sigh smile song soul spirit spot Stanza Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb traveller triumph Turks valley Venetians Venice VIII walls waves wild woes wolf words
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الصفحة 267 - twas a pleasing fear; For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane, — as I do here.
الصفحة 144 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
الصفحة 249 - 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 205 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
الصفحة 142 - 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 77 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
الصفحة 144 - 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...
الصفحة 143 - Blushed 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...
الصفحة 174 - 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...
الصفحة 165 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...