The Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One VolumeH.L. Broenner, 1826 - 776 من الصفحات |
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... better kept than any other vows whatsoever , and the songs of the Trouba- dours were not more decent , and certainly were much less refined , than those of Ovid . The " Cours d'amour parlemens d'amour ou de courtoisie et de gentilesse ...
... better kept than any other vows whatsoever , and the songs of the Trouba- dours were not more decent , and certainly were much less refined , than those of Ovid . The " Cours d'amour parlemens d'amour ou de courtoisie et de gentilesse ...
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... better , then , to be alone , And love Earth only for its earthly sake ? By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone , Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake , Which feeds it as a mother who doth make A fair but froward infant her own care ...
... better , then , to be alone , And love Earth only for its earthly sake ? By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone , Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake , Which feeds it as a mother who doth make A fair but froward infant her own care ...
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... better , but , allured. Which it would cope with , on delighted wing , Spurning the clay - cold bonds which round our being cling . And when , at length , the mind shall be all free From what it hates in this degraded form , Reft of its ...
... better , but , allured. Which it would cope with , on delighted wing , Spurning the clay - cold bonds which round our being cling . And when , at length , the mind shall be all free From what it hates in this degraded form , Reft of its ...
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... better of his species and of himself . It has been our fortune to traverse to- gether , at various periods , the countries of chivalry , history , and fable - Spain , Greece , Asia Minor , and Italy : and what Athens and Constantinople ...
... better of his species and of himself . It has been our fortune to traverse to- gether , at various periods , the countries of chivalry , history , and fable - Spain , Greece , Asia Minor , and Italy : and what Athens and Constantinople ...
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... better grounds , namely , that And such she was ; —her daughters had their the Italians are in no respect more fe- rocious than their neighbours , that man must be wilfully blind , or ignorantly heed- less , who is not struck with the ...
... better grounds , namely , that And such she was ; —her daughters had their the Italians are in no respect more fe- rocious than their neighbours , that man must be wilfully blind , or ignorantly heed- less , who is not struck with the ...
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الصفحة 583 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
الصفحة 584 - 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 33 - 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! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
الصفحة 26 - 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 56 - 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.
الصفحة 55 - 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...
الصفحة 26 - 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.
الصفحة 33 - 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.
الصفحة 55 - 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, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before. To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
الصفحة 38 - 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...