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 v
... leave here most gratefully to acknowledge , they have been personally favoured with nume- rous pieces , stanzas , and fragments , the product of his pen , never before published , and with a variety of interesting and curious notes ...
... leave here most gratefully to acknowledge , they have been personally favoured with nume- rous pieces , stanzas , and fragments , the product of his pen , never before published , and with a variety of interesting and curious notes ...
الصفحة xi
... leave his lady with her liberty ( a boon which he cheerfully restored ) , and but 150l . a - year to enjoy it upon . On such an in- come Mrs. Byron , not able to indulge in many of the extravagances , was likely even to want some of the ...
... leave his lady with her liberty ( a boon which he cheerfully restored ) , and but 150l . a - year to enjoy it upon . On such an in- come Mrs. Byron , not able to indulge in many of the extravagances , was likely even to want some of the ...
الصفحة xxiii
... leave it under greater disgrace . “ He had , in the course of one short year , gone through every va- riety of domestic misery ; had seen his hearth eight or nine times profaned by the visitations of the law ; | and been only saved from ...
... leave it under greater disgrace . “ He had , in the course of one short year , gone through every va- riety of domestic misery ; had seen his hearth eight or nine times profaned by the visitations of the law ; | and been only saved from ...
الصفحة xxvi
... leave the house , Iwill . ' " All my people were consternated . They had al- ways been frightened at her , and were now paralysed : they wanted me to apply to the police , to guard my- self , etc. etc. like a pack of snivelling servile ...
... leave the house , Iwill . ' " All my people were consternated . They had al- ways been frightened at her , and were now paralysed : they wanted me to apply to the police , to guard my- self , etc. etc. like a pack of snivelling servile ...
الصفحة 2
... leaves , or pluck a single additional sprig from groves where I am , at best , an intruder . Though accustomed in my ... leave to others " virûm volitare per ora . " I look to the few who will hear with patience ❝dulce est desipere in ...
... leaves , or pluck a single additional sprig from groves where I am , at best , an intruder . Though accustomed in my ... leave to others " virûm volitare per ora . " I look to the few who will hear with patience ❝dulce est desipere in ...
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الصفحة 146 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 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 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 147 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — '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 127 - 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...
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 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
الصفحة 88 - 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 ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
الصفحة 279 - And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
الصفحة 136 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
الصفحة 257 - 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...