The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Zväzok 9J. Murray, 1833 - 360 strán (strany) |
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... late Poet and Shoe- maker On Moore's last Operatic Farce , or Farcical Opera Epistle to a Friend , in answer to some Lines exhort- ing the Author to be cheerful , and to " banish care " " To Thyrza Stanzas [ " Away , away , " & c ...
... late Poet and Shoe- maker On Moore's last Operatic Farce , or Farcical Opera Epistle to a Friend , in answer to some Lines exhort- ing the Author to be cheerful , and to " banish care " " To Thyrza Stanzas [ " Away , away , " & c ...
Strana 9
... night , in weal or woe , That heart , no longer free , Must bear the love it cannot show , And silent ache for thee . March , 1811 . XXXX KY EPITAPH FOR JOSEPH BLACKETT , LATE POET AND. OCCASIONAL PIECES . 9 On Parting.
... night , in weal or woe , That heart , no longer free , Must bear the love it cannot show , And silent ache for thee . March , 1811 . XXXX KY EPITAPH FOR JOSEPH BLACKETT , LATE POET AND. OCCASIONAL PIECES . 9 On Parting.
Strana 10
... LATE POET AND SHOEMAKER . ( 1 ) STRANGER ! behold , interr'd together , The souls of learning and of leather . Poor Joe is gone , but left his all : You'll find his relics in a stall . His works were neat , and often found Well stitch'd ...
... LATE POET AND SHOEMAKER . ( 1 ) STRANGER ! behold , interr'd together , The souls of learning and of leather . Poor Joe is gone , but left his all : You'll find his relics in a stall . His works were neat , and often found Well stitch'd ...
Strana 19
... 'd ! Time tempers love , but not removes , More hallow'd when its hope is fled : Oh ! what are thousand living loves To that which cannot quit the dead ? EUTHANASIA . WHEN Time , or soon or late , c 2 OCCASIONAL PIECES . 19.
... 'd ! Time tempers love , but not removes , More hallow'd when its hope is fled : Oh ! what are thousand living loves To that which cannot quit the dead ? EUTHANASIA . WHEN Time , or soon or late , c 2 OCCASIONAL PIECES . 19.
Strana 20
... late , shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead , Oblivion ! may thy languid wing Wave gently o'er my dying bed ! No band of friends or heirs be there , To weep , or wish , the coming blow No maiden , with dishevell'd hair ...
... late , shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead , Oblivion ! may thy languid wing Wave gently o'er my dying bed ! No band of friends or heirs be there , To weep , or wish , the coming blow No maiden , with dishevell'd hair ...
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Strana 207 - 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...
Strana viii - 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...
Strana 152 - Such is the aspect of this shore; >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...
Strana 208 - Wax faint o'er the gardens of 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 colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Strana 309 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Strana 164 - Tis left to fly or fall alone. With wounded wing, or bleeding breast, Ah! where shall either victim rest? Can this with faded pinion soar From rose to tulip as before? Or Beauty, blighted in an hour , Find joy within her broken bower?
Strana 272 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!
Strana 263 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Strana 23 - Shall never more be thine. The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need I to repine That all those charms have pass'd away ; I might have watch'd through long decay.
Strana 179 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.