Lord Byron's Works, Niteet 1–2François Louis, at his French and English Library ... and Baudry, at the Foreign Library, 1821 |
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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 56
Sivu 5
... spirit of man , is divine ? ' Tis the clime of the East ; ' tis the land of the Sun- Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? 2 Oh ! wild as the accents of lovers ' farewell Are the hearts which they bear , and the tales ...
... spirit of man , is divine ? ' Tis the clime of the East ; ' tis the land of the Sun- Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? 2 Oh ! wild as the accents of lovers ' farewell Are the hearts which they bear , and the tales ...
Sivu 28
... spirits , slights , though few « And thoughtless , will disturb repose . « In war Abdallah's arm was strong , in Bosniac song , " ( " Remembered yet And Paswan's 31 rebel hordes attest « How little love they bore such guest ...
... spirits , slights , though few « And thoughtless , will disturb repose . « In war Abdallah's arm was strong , in Bosniac song , " ( " Remembered yet And Paswan's 31 rebel hordes attest « How little love they bore such guest ...
Sivu 32
... spirit pining " ( Beneath inaction's sluggish yoke , His captive , though with dread resigning , My thraldom for a season broke , " « On promise to return before « The day when Giaffir's charge was o'er . t ་ ་ ' Tis vain - my tongue ...
... spirit pining " ( Beneath inaction's sluggish yoke , His captive , though with dread resigning , My thraldom for a season broke , " « On promise to return before « The day when Giaffir's charge was o'er . t ་ ་ ' Tis vain - my tongue ...
Sivu 43
... spirit gently rears , And waters with celestial tears ; For well may maids of Helle deem That this can be no earthly flower , Which mocks the tempest's withering hour , And buds unsheltered by a bower ; Nor droops , though spring refuse ...
... spirit gently rears , And waters with celestial tears ; For well may maids of Helle deem That this can be no earthly flower , Which mocks the tempest's withering hour , And buds unsheltered by a bower ; Nor droops , though spring refuse ...
Sivu 57
... you are engaged the composition of a poem whose scene will be laid in the East ; none can do those scenes so much justice . The wrongs of your own coun years try , the magnificent and fiery spirit of her sons 3 * ΤΟ ...
... you are engaged the composition of a poem whose scene will be laid in the East ; none can do those scenes so much justice . The wrongs of your own coun years try , the magnificent and fiery spirit of her sons 3 * ΤΟ ...
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Alfonso Amaun apostolic palace arms Bard behold beneath blood bosom breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow calpac CANTO CAPEL LOFFT Catullus charms cheek Conrad dare dark dead death deeds deemed deep doom doubt dread dream Dunciad earth Edinburgh Review fair fame fate fear feel foes forget friends gazed Giaffir's Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont hope hour Houris Juan Juan's Julia knew lady Lara Lara's lips living lonely look Lord Lord Byron Muse ne'er never night Note o'er once Pacha pale Parisina poem rest rhyme scarce seemed Selim she-the shore sigh silent slave sleep smile song soul spirit strife sweet tale tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Timariot Twas twere voice wave Whate'er wild wind words young youth Zuleika
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Sivu 5 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Sivu 183 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure...
Sivu 18 - Poetic souls delight in prose insane; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of an idiot boy...
Sivu 61 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way...
Sivu 17 - Who warns his friend to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books, for fear of growing double; Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Sivu 5 - Gul in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In color though varied, in beauty may vie...
Sivu 43 - So the struck Eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Sivu 143 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped; But 'scaped in vain, for in their memory yet His mind would half exult and half regret...
Sivu 194 - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away...
Sivu 137 - At half-past eight o'clock, booms, hencoops, spars, And all things, for a chance, had been cast loose, That still could keep afloat the struggling tars, For yet they strove, although of no great use : There was no light in heaven but a few stars, The boats put off o'ercrowded with their crews ; She gave a heel, and then a lurch to port, And, going down head foremost — sunk, in short.