The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Zväzok 9J. Murray, 1832 |
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Strana 4
... better than scribbling - a disease I hope myself cured of . I hope , on my return , to lead a quiet , recluse life ; but God knows , and does best for us all . " - E. ] me . ( 1 ) The song Atúte waïdes , & C . , was written by Riga ...
... better than scribbling - a disease I hope myself cured of . I hope , on my return , to lead a quiet , recluse life ; but God knows , and does best for us all . " - E. ] me . ( 1 ) The song Atúte waïdes , & C . , was written by Riga ...
Strana 6
... always disdain to collect . Lord Byron has shown a better taste ; and it is to be hoped that his ex- ample will , in future , be generally followed . - GEORGE ELLIS . ] Oh , Lovely ! thus low I implore thee , 6 OCCASIONAL PIECES .
... always disdain to collect . Lord Byron has shown a better taste ; and it is to be hoped that his ex- ample will , in future , be generally followed . - GEORGE ELLIS . ] Oh , Lovely ! thus low I implore thee , 6 OCCASIONAL PIECES .
Strana 11
... better bosoms would bewail . But mine has suffer'd more than well ' T would suit philosophy to tell . ( 1 ) [ i . e . Mr. Francis Hodgson ( not then the Reverend ) . See Vol . VII . p . 305.-E. ] I've seen my bride another's bride ...
... better bosoms would bewail . But mine has suffer'd more than well ' T would suit philosophy to tell . ( 1 ) [ i . e . Mr. Francis Hodgson ( not then the Reverend ) . See Vol . VII . p . 305.-E. ] I've seen my bride another's bride ...
Strana 19
... better days , When love and life alike were new ! How different now thou meet'st my gaze ! How tinged by time with sorrow's hue ! The heart that gave itself with thee Is silent - ah , were mine as still ! Though cold as e'en the dead ...
... better days , When love and life alike were new ! How different now thou meet'st my gaze ! How tinged by time with sorrow's hue ! The heart that gave itself with thee Is silent - ah , were mine as still ! Though cold as e'en the dead ...
Strana 21
... better not to be . STANZAS . [ " AND THOU ART DEAD , " & c . ] " Heu , quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse ! " AND thou art dead , as young and fair As aught of mortal birth ; And form so soft , and charms so rare ...
... better not to be . STANZAS . [ " AND THOU ART DEAD , " & c . ] " Heu , quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse ! " AND thou art dead , as young and fair As aught of mortal birth ; And form so soft , and charms so rare ...
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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 153 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That tyranny shall quake to hear...
Strana 151 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Strana 153 - Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die...
Strana 254 - Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes...
Strana 299 - Morea's hills the setting sun; not as in northern climes obscurely bright, but one unclouded blaze of living light : o'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, gilds the green wave that trembles as it glows. On old jEgina's rock and Idra's isle the god of gladness sheds his parting smile; o'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, though there his altars are no more divine.
Strana 165 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
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.