The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, 第 2 巻Johnson, Fry & Company, 1873 |
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... late ! Yet am I changed ; though still enough the same In strength to bear what time can not abate , And feed on bitter fruits without accusing Fate . VIII . Something too much of this : - but now ' tis past , And the spell closes with ...
... late ! Yet am I changed ; though still enough the same In strength to bear what time can not abate , And feed on bitter fruits without accusing Fate . VIII . Something too much of this : - but now ' tis past , And the spell closes with ...
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... late battles , like all the world , I have lost a con- section - poor Frederick Howard , the best of his race . I had little intercourse of late years with his family ; but I never saw or heard but good of him . " - Lord B. to Mr. Moore ...
... late battles , like all the world , I have lost a con- section - poor Frederick Howard , the best of his race . I had little intercourse of late years with his family ; but I never saw or heard but good of him . " - Lord B. to Mr. Moore ...
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... late , so are we doubly curst . Love , fame , ambition , avarice - ' tis the same , Each idle and all ill - and none the worst- For all are meteors with a different name , And Death the sable smoke where vanishes the flame . - - CXXV ...
... late , so are we doubly curst . Love , fame , ambition , avarice - ' tis the same , Each idle and all ill - and none the worst- For all are meteors with a different name , And Death the sable smoke where vanishes the flame . - - CXXV ...
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... late to save ! Yet all I then could give , I gave , ' Twas some relief , our foe a grave . His death sits lightly ; but her fate Has made me - what thou well may'st hate . His doom was seal'd- he knew it well , Warn'd by the voice of ...
... late to save ! Yet all I then could give , I gave , ' Twas some relief , our foe a grave . His death sits lightly ; but her fate Has made me - what thou well may'st hate . His doom was seal'd- he knew it well , Warn'd by the voice of ...
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... late - thou wert , thou art The cherish'd madness of my heart ! " And she was lost - and yet I breathed , But not the breath of human life : A serpent round my heart was wreathed , And stung my every thought to strife . Alike all time ...
... late - thou wert , thou art The cherish'd madness of my heart ! " And she was lost - and yet I breathed , But not the breath of human life : A serpent round my heart was wreathed , And stung my every thought to strife . Alike all time ...
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51 ページ - Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
22 ページ - And there was mounting in hot haste— the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war — And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the Morning Star ; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — 'The foe! They come! they come!' XXVI And wild and high the 'Cameron's Gathering
53 ページ - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
22 ページ - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
22 ページ - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
28 ページ - 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! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
22 ページ - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
22 ページ - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
34 ページ - And even since, and now, fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature (') can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste ; More rich than other climes' fertility ; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
22 ページ - But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire Of aught but rest; a fever at the core, Fatal to him who bears; to all who ever bore.