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 6
... fair Haidée , Each morning where Flora reposes , For surely I see her in thee . ( 1 ) [ Riga was a Thessalian , and passed the first part of his youth among his native mountains , in teaching ancient Greek to his countrymen . On the ...
... fair Haidée , Each morning where Flora reposes , For surely I see her in thee . ( 1 ) [ Riga was a Thessalian , and passed the first part of his youth among his native mountains , in teaching ancient Greek to his countrymen . On the ...
Strana 8
... FAIR Albion , smiling , sees her son depart To trace the birth and nursery of art : Noble his object , glorious is his aim ; He comes to Athens , and he writes his name . " BENEATH WHICH LORD BYRON INSERTED THE FOLLOWING : - THE modest ...
... FAIR Albion , smiling , sees her son depart To trace the birth and nursery of art : Noble his object , glorious is his aim ; He comes to Athens , and he writes his name . " BENEATH WHICH LORD BYRON INSERTED THE FOLLOWING : - THE modest ...
Strana 21
... fair As aught of mortal birth ; And form so soft , and charms so rare , Too soon return'd to Earth ! Though Earth received them in her bed , And o'er the spot the crowd may tread In carelessness or mirth , There is an eye which could ...
... fair As aught of mortal birth ; And form so soft , and charms so rare , Too soon return'd to Earth ! Though Earth received them in her bed , And o'er the spot the crowd may tread In carelessness or mirth , There is an eye which could ...
Strana 23
... fair . I know not if I could have borne To see thy beauties fade ; The night that follow'd such a morn Had worn a deeper shade : Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd , And thou wert lovely to the last ; Extinguish'd , not decay'd ; As ...
... fair . I know not if I could have borne To see thy beauties fade ; The night that follow'd such a morn Had worn a deeper shade : Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd , And thou wert lovely to the last ; Extinguish'd , not decay'd ; As ...
Strana 27
... fair to view , The lute I added sweet in sound ; The heart that offer'd both was true , And ill deserved the fate it found . These gifts were charm'd by secret spell Thy truth in absence to divine ; And they have done their duty well ...
... fair to view , The lute I added sweet in sound ; The heart that offer'd both was true , And ill deserved the fate it found . These gifts were charm'd by secret spell Thy truth in absence to divine ; And they have done their duty well ...
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antè arms Athens bard bear beauty Behold beneath blood bosom breast bride Bride of Abydos brow canto cheek Childe Harold Conrad Corsair couplet dare dark dear death deeds dread earth fair fate fear feel foes friends gaze GEORGE ELLIS Giaffir Giaour glance Greek grief Gulnare hand hate hath hear heart heaven heroic couplet hope hour live lonely Lord Byron MOORE ne'er never night o'er once Pacha Pallas Parthenon pass'd poem poet quæ quid rhyme Romaic scarce scene seem'd Selim shore slave smile song soothe soul tale tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Turkish Twas verse voice Waltz wave wild words Zuleika ἂν ἀπὸ δὲν διὰ Ἐγὼ εἶναι εἰς ἐν καὶ κὴ μὲ νὰ σᾶς τὰ τὰς τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν
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Strana 205 - 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 150 - 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 206 - 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 262 - 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...
Strana 177 - 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.
Strana 163 - 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 270 - 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 97 - We know what we are, but we know not what we may be...
Strana 213 - Such was Zuleika — such around her shone The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone ; The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, And, oh ! that eye was in itself a Soul...
Strana 307 - 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 ! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.