The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed., containing considerable additions; to which is prefixed a life, by H. L. Bulwer, 第 1 巻 |
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... lips in bliss , And dwell an age on every kiss ; ( 2 ) The hand of Death is said to be most unjust or unequal , as Virgil was considerably older than Tibullus at his decease . Nor then my soul should sated be , Still would HOURS OF ...
... lips in bliss , And dwell an age on every kiss ; ( 2 ) The hand of Death is said to be most unjust or unequal , as Virgil was considerably older than Tibullus at his decease . Nor then my soul should sated be , Still would HOURS OF ...
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... lips of thine , Their hue invites my fervent kiss ; Yet I forego that bliss divine , Alas ! it were unhallow'd bliss . Whene'er I dream of that pure breast , How could I dwell upon its snows ! Yet is the daring wish represt , For that ...
... lips of thine , Their hue invites my fervent kiss ; Yet I forego that bliss divine , Alas ! it were unhallow'd bliss . Whene'er I dream of that pure breast , How could I dwell upon its snows ! Yet is the daring wish represt , For that ...
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... lips which made me beauty's slave . " I thought this poor brain , fever'd even to madness , Of tears , as of reason , for ever was drain'd ; But the drops which now flow down this bosom of sadness Convince me the springs have some ...
... lips which made me beauty's slave . " I thought this poor brain , fever'd even to madness , Of tears , as of reason , for ever was drain'd ; But the drops which now flow down this bosom of sadness Convince me the springs have some ...
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... lips -- but here my modest 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 ...
... lips -- but here my modest 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 ...
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... lips refused to taste ; For thrice he caught the stranger's eye On his with deadly fury placed . " And is it thus a brother hails A brother's fond remembrance here ? If thus affection's strength prevails , What might we not expect from ...
... lips refused to taste ; For thrice he caught the stranger's eye On his with deadly fury placed . " And is it thus a brother hails A brother's fond remembrance here ? If thus affection's strength prevails , What might we not expect from ...
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Albanian Ali Pacha Athens bard beauty behold beneath better blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath Bride of Abydos brow Calmar Canto cheek Childe Harold dare dark dead dear death deeds deep dread dream earth Edinburgh Review fair fame fate fear feel fix'd foes gaze Giaour glance grave Greece Greek hand hate hath heard heart heaven honour hope hour lady land Lara Lara's less lips live lone look Lord Byron mind Morea Morgante mortal mountains muse ne'er never night o'er once Parisina pass'd passion Petrarch poem poet pride Romaic says scarce scene seem'd shine shore Siege of Corinth sigh slave smile song soul spirit stanzas tale tears thee thine thing thou thought tomb turn'd Twas Venice verse voice wave Whate'er wild words youth Zuleika εἰς καὶ νὰ τὴν τὸ
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146 ページ - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 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.
113 ページ - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd 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 look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
147 ページ - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
127 ページ - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
142 ページ - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
121 ページ - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
88 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.
279 ページ - And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
136 ページ - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
257 ページ - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...