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 39
... wild and worthless all , That world resign- such scenes forego , Where those who feel must surely fall . Thy youth , thy charms , thy tenderness , Thy soul from long seclusion pure ; From what even here hath pass'd , may guess What ...
... wild and worthless all , That world resign- such scenes forego , Where those who feel must surely fall . Thy youth , thy charms , thy tenderness , Thy soul from long seclusion pure ; From what even here hath pass'd , may guess What ...
Strana 59
... wild from school , A wandering " Peregrine , " or plain " John Bull ; " All persons please when nature's voice prevails , Scottish or Irish , born in Wilts or Wales . Or follow common fame , or forge a plot . Who cares if mimic heroes ...
... wild from school , A wandering " Peregrine , " or plain " John Bull ; " All persons please when nature's voice prevails , Scottish or Irish , born in Wilts or Wales . Or follow common fame , or forge a plot . Who cares if mimic heroes ...
Strana 70
... wild , uncouth , and generally profane performances , were thought to contribute so much to the information and instruction of the people , that one of the popes granted a pardon of one thousand days to every person who resorted ...
... wild , uncouth , and generally profane performances , were thought to contribute so much to the information and instruction of the people , that one of the popes granted a pardon of one thousand days to every person who resorted ...
Strana 73
... Wild o'er the stage - we've time for tears at home ; ( 1 ) His speech on the Licensing Act is one of his most eloquent efforts . — [ Though the Playhouse Bill is generally said to have been warmly opposed in both Houses , this speech of ...
... Wild o'er the stage - we've time for tears at home ; ( 1 ) His speech on the Licensing Act is one of his most eloquent efforts . — [ Though the Playhouse Bill is generally said to have been warmly opposed in both Houses , this speech of ...
Strana 95
... wild beasts but women by the ear ; And had he fiddled at the present hour , We'd seen the lions waltzing in the Tower ; And old Amphion , such were minstrels then , Had built St. Paul's without the aid of Wren . Verse too was justice ...
... wild beasts but women by the ear ; And had he fiddled at the present hour , We'd seen the lions waltzing in the Tower ; And old Amphion , such were minstrels then , Had built St. Paul's without the aid of Wren . Verse too was justice ...
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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.