The Works of Lord Byron: Including the Suppressed Poems. Complete in One VolumeA. and W. Galignani, 1828 - 718 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة vi
... seem to pass by others like air , and to find their way to the hearts for whom they were intended- Thus , each of these wayward and richly - gifted | kindred and sympathetic spirits , who discern spirits made himself the object of ...
... seem to pass by others like air , and to find their way to the hearts for whom they were intended- Thus , each of these wayward and richly - gifted | kindred and sympathetic spirits , who discern spirits made himself the object of ...
الصفحة xxiv
... seems to have a tendency to call in question the In answer to the much that is equally frivolous as foolish ; and benevolence of Providence . sincerely do we regret , that the alloying dross of loud and general outery which this ...
... seems to have a tendency to call in question the In answer to the much that is equally frivolous as foolish ; and benevolence of Providence . sincerely do we regret , that the alloying dross of loud and general outery which this ...
الصفحة 18
... seems , Whose eyes through rays immortal roll ; While Fancy holds her boundless reign , And all assume a varied hue , When virgins seem no longer vain , And even woman's smiles are true . And must we own thee but a name , And from thy ...
... seems , Whose eyes through rays immortal roll ; While Fancy holds her boundless reign , And all assume a varied hue , When virgins seem no longer vain , And even woman's smiles are true . And must we own thee but a name , And from thy ...
الصفحة 22
... seems to know . Fain would I fly the haunts of men- I seek to shun , not hate mankind ; My breast requires the ... seem to whisper , as they gently swell , « Take , while thou canst , a lingering last farewell ! » When Fate shall chill ...
... seems to know . Fain would I fly the haunts of men- I seek to shun , not hate mankind ; My breast requires the ... seem to whisper , as they gently swell , « Take , while thou canst , a lingering last farewell ! » When Fate shall chill ...
الصفحة 25
... seem not toļknow , so much about his own ancestry . Besides a poem above cited , on the family seat of the Byrons ... seems we must take them as we find them , and be content ; for they are the last we shall ever have from him . He is ...
... seem not toļknow , so much about his own ancestry . Besides a poem above cited , on the family seat of the Byrons ... seems we must take them as we find them , and be content ; for they are the last we shall ever have from him . He is ...
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الصفحة 60 - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
الصفحة 65 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
الصفحة 210 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot...
الصفحة 64 - 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...
الصفحة 62 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
الصفحة 238 - gin to fear that thou art past all aid From me and from my calling; yet so young, I still would— Man. Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death; Some perishing of pleasure, some of study, Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness, Some of disease, and some insanity, And some of wither'd or of broken hearts; For this last is a malady which slays More than are number'd in the lists of Fate,...
الصفحة 62 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
الصفحة 230 - The future, till the past be gulfd in darkness, It is not of my search. — My mother Earth ! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, Why are ye beautiful ? I cannot love ye.
الصفحة 209 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath...
الصفحة 66 - ... in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.