The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, 第 1~2 巻 |
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... Muse some pity claim , And meet indulgence though she find not fame . Still , not for her alone we wish respect , Others appear more conscious of defect ; To night , no Veteran Roscii you behold , In all the arts of scenic action old ...
... Muse some pity claim , And meet indulgence though she find not fame . Still , not for her alone we wish respect , Others appear more conscious of defect ; To night , no Veteran Roscii you behold , In all the arts of scenic action old ...
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... Muse Her impulse chaste must needs refuse . She blushes , curtsies , frowns , -in short she Dreads , lest the subject should transport me ; And flying off , in search of reason , Brings prudence back in proper season . All I shall ...
... Muse Her impulse chaste must needs refuse . She blushes , curtsies , frowns , -in short she Dreads , lest the subject should transport me ; And flying off , in search of reason , Brings prudence back in proper season . All I shall ...
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... muse admires digression . 13 . I think I said ' twould be your To add one star to royal state ; fate May regal smiles attend you ; And should a noble Monarch reign , You will not seek his smiles in vain , If worth can recommend you . 14 ...
... muse admires digression . 13 . I think I said ' twould be your To add one star to royal state ; fate May regal smiles attend you ; And should a noble Monarch reign , You will not seek his smiles in vain , If worth can recommend you . 14 ...
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... . 25 . Therefore , farewell , old GRANTA's spires , No more , like Cleofas , I fly ; No more thy theme my Muse inspires , The reader's tired , and so am I. LACHIN Y GAIR . LACHIN Y GAIR , or , 1806 . FUGITIVE PIECES . 115 22 24.
... . 25 . Therefore , farewell , old GRANTA's spires , No more , like Cleofas , I fly ; No more thy theme my Muse inspires , The reader's tired , and so am I. LACHIN Y GAIR . LACHIN Y GAIR , or , 1806 . FUGITIVE PIECES . 115 22 24.
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... Muse , Attuned to love her languid lyre : But now , without a theme to choose , The strains in stolen sighs expire ; My youthful nymphs , alas ! are flown ; E is a wife , and C- a mother , And Carolina sighs alone , And Mary's given to ...
... Muse , Attuned to love her languid lyre : But now , without a theme to choose , The strains in stolen sighs expire ; My youthful nymphs , alas ! are flown ; E is a wife , and C- a mother , And Carolina sighs alone , And Mary's given to ...
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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.