The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, 第 1~2 巻 |
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... hand of his minstrel , by death . Paul and Hubert too sleep , in the valley of Cressy ; For the safety of Edward and England they fell ; My Fathers ! the tears of your country redress ye ; How you fought ! how you died ! still her ...
... hand of his minstrel , by death . Paul and Hubert too sleep , in the valley of Cressy ; For the safety of Edward and England they fell ; My Fathers ! the tears of your country redress ye ; How you fought ! how you died ! still her ...
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... raise thy cup with firmer hand . ” 59 . The crimson glow of Allan's face Was turn'd at once to ghastly hue ; The drops of death each other chase , Adown in agonizing dew . 60 . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , 50 POEMS .
... raise thy cup with firmer hand . ” 59 . The crimson glow of Allan's face Was turn'd at once to ghastly hue ; The drops of death each other chase , Adown in agonizing dew . 60 . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , 50 POEMS .
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... . And whence the dreadful stranger came , Or , who , no mortal wight can tell ; But no one doubts the Form of Flame , For Alva's sons knew Oscar well . VOL . I. 72 . Ambition nerved young Allan's hand , Exulting demons POEMS . 53.
... . And whence the dreadful stranger came , Or , who , no mortal wight can tell ; But no one doubts the Form of Flame , For Alva's sons knew Oscar well . VOL . I. 72 . Ambition nerved young Allan's hand , Exulting demons POEMS . 53.
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... hand , Exulting demons wing'd his dart , While Envy waved her burning brand , And pour'd her venom round his heart . 73 . Swift is the shaft from Allan's bow : Whose streaming life - blood stains his side ? Dark Oscar's sable crest is ...
... hand , Exulting demons wing'd his dart , While Envy waved her burning brand , And pour'd her venom round his heart . 73 . Swift is the shaft from Allan's bow : Whose streaming life - blood stains his side ? Dark Oscar's sable crest is ...
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... hand , His harp in shuddering chords would break . 79 . No lyre of fame , no hallow'd verse , Shall sound his glories high in air , A dying father's bitter curse , A brother's death - groan echoes there . TO THE DUKE OF D. In looking ...
... hand , His harp in shuddering chords would break . 79 . No lyre of fame , no hallow'd verse , Shall sound his glories high in air , A dying father's bitter curse , A brother's death - groan echoes there . TO THE DUKE OF D. In looking ...
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214 ページ - WHITE !t while life was in its spring, And thy young Muse just waved her joyous wing. The spoiler came ; and all thy promise fair, Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science...
235 ページ - 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 hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
74 ページ - Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where, Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul? Gone, — glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and passed away, — is this the whole?
85 ページ - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean , This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
175 ページ - And think'st thou, Scott! by vain conceit perchance, On public taste to foist thy stale romance, Though Murray with his Miller may combine To yield thy muse just half-a-crown per line? No! when the sons of song descend to trade, Their bays are sear, their former laurels fade. Let such forego the poet's sacred name, Who rack their brains for lucre, not for fame: Still for stern Mammon may they toil in vain!
29 ページ - Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase, And marvel men should quit their easy chair, The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace, Oh! there is sweetness in the mountain air, And life, that bloated Ease can never hope to share.
115 ページ - I strode through the pine-covered glade. I sought not my home till the day's dying glory Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star ; For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story, Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch ua Garr.
125 ページ - What is the worst of woes that wait on age ? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow ? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
71 ページ - I had known him ten years, the better half of his life, and the happiest part of mine. In the short space of one month I have lost her who gave me being, and most of those who had made that being tolerable.
180 ページ - Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of 'an idiot boy'; A moon-struck, silly lad, who lost his way, And, like his bard, confounded night with day; So close on each pathetic part he dwells, And each adventure so sublimely tells, That all who view the 'idiot in his glory' Conceive the bard the hero of the story.