The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 Seiten |
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... living foe ; Fast to the doom'd offender's form it clings , And he may crush - not conquer - still it stings ! None are all evil - quickening round his heart , One softer feeling would not yet depart ; Oft would he sneer at others as ...
... living foe ; Fast to the doom'd offender's form it clings , And he may crush - not conquer - still it stings ! None are all evil - quickening round his heart , One softer feeling would not yet depart ; Oft would he sneer at others as ...
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... have gone , and all must go ! To be the nothing that I was Ere born to life and living woe ! Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen- Count o'er thy days from anguish free , And know , whatever thou hast been , ' Tis 42 BYRON .
... have gone , and all must go ! To be the nothing that I was Ere born to life and living woe ! Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen- Count o'er thy days from anguish free , And know , whatever thou hast been , ' Tis 42 BYRON .
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... living fragrance from the shore , Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar , Or chirps the grasshopper one good - night carol more ; He is an evening reveller , who makes His life an ...
... living fragrance from the shore , Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar , Or chirps the grasshopper one good - night carol more ; He is an evening reveller , who makes His life an ...
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... living as if earth contained no tomb , - And glowing into day : we may resume The march of our existence : and thus I , Still on thy shores , fair Leman ! may find room And food for meditation , nor pass by Much that may give us pause ...
... living as if earth contained no tomb , - And glowing into day : we may resume The march of our existence : and thus I , Still on thy shores , fair Leman ! may find room And food for meditation , nor pass by Much that may give us pause ...
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... living fear . I wander , father ! for my soul Is fleeting towards the final goal . I saw her , friar ! and I rose Forgetful of our former woes ; And rushing from my couch , I dart , And clasp her to my desperate heart ; I clasp what is ...
... living fear . I wander , father ! for my soul Is fleeting towards the final goal . I saw her , friar ! and I rose Forgetful of our former woes ; And rushing from my couch , I dart , And clasp her to my desperate heart ; I clasp what is ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Allah arms art thou aught Ave Maria beauty behold beneath blest blood blue bosom breast breath bright brow capital punishments Carthage charm cheek Clarens clime clouds dark dead dear death deep despair dread dream e'er earth Egeria eternal face fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle GIAOUR glance glow gondolier grave grief hand hath heart heaven hope hour human clay Kaled knew light lips living lone look look'd Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once pale pang passion pause pride Rhine rill Rome rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd Seraph shine shone shore sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd star stood sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought trembling twas twill waters wave weep wert Whate'er wild wind wing wither'd youth Zuleika
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Seite 167 - 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.
Seite 167 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Seite 195 - 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...
Seite 65 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea. And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free, For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Seite 85 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Seite 49 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : — From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence, xc.
Seite 148 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Seite 146 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar...
Seite 67 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Seite 150 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!