The poetical works of lord Byron, Seite 10,Band 2 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 27
Seite 4
... dust weighed more carats . Alas ! this imperial diamond hath a flaw in it , and is now hardly fit to stick in a glazier's pencil ; -the pen of the historian won't rate it worth a ducat . Psha ! ' something too much of this . ' But I won ...
... dust weighed more carats . Alas ! this imperial diamond hath a flaw in it , and is now hardly fit to stick in a glazier's pencil ; -the pen of the historian won't rate it worth a ducat . Psha ! ' something too much of this . ' But I won ...
Seite 6
... attendants shed , as if they had been celebrating a real funeral . ] 6 [ " But who would rise in brightest day To set without one parting ray ? " - MS . ] XII . Weigh'd in the balance , hero dust Is ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE .
... attendants shed , as if they had been celebrating a real funeral . ] 6 [ " But who would rise in brightest day To set without one parting ray ? " - MS . ] XII . Weigh'd in the balance , hero dust Is ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE .
Seite 7
... dust Is vile as vulgar clay ; Thy scales , Mortality ! are just To all that pass away : But yet methought the living great Some higher sparks should animate , To dazzle and dismay : Nor deem'd Contempt could thus make mirth Of these ...
... dust Is vile as vulgar clay ; Thy scales , Mortality ! are just To all that pass away : But yet methought the living great Some higher sparks should animate , To dazzle and dismay : Nor deem'd Contempt could thus make mirth Of these ...
Seite 25
... dust behind . Then , unembodied , doth it trace By steps each planet's heavenly way ? Or fill at once the realms of space , A thing of eyes , that all survey ? II . Eternal , boundless , undecay'd , A thought unseen , but seeing all ...
... dust behind . Then , unembodied , doth it trace By steps each planet's heavenly way ? Or fill at once the realms of space , A thing of eyes , that all survey ? II . Eternal , boundless , undecay'd , A thought unseen , but seeing all ...
Seite 33
... dust ! The moth survives you , and are ye more just ? Things of a day ! you wither ere the night , Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light ! " VOL . II . DOMESTIC PIECES . 1816 . INTRODUCTION TO DOMESTIC PIECES . HEBREW MELODIES ...
... dust ! The moth survives you , and are ye more just ? Things of a day ! you wither ere the night , Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light ! " VOL . II . DOMESTIC PIECES . 1816 . INTRODUCTION TO DOMESTIC PIECES . HEBREW MELODIES ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
abbey abbot Adieu AGE OF BRONZE Alhama avea badía beauty behold better blood Bluem bosom breast canst canto clime Cortana damn'd Dante dead dear death Devil dream dust earth eternal eyes fame fate feel foes forget FRANCESCA OF RIMINI gaze giant glory hath heart heaven hell honour hope hour immortal John Horne Tooke kings knew l'abate Lady Blueb less Lord Byron Michael mind Moore Morgante MORGANTE MAGGIORE ne'er never Newstead Abbey o'er once Orlando pass'd Passamont passion poem poet praise published 1832 Pulci Ravenna rhyme Saint Saint Peter Satan Satanic School Scamp seem'd shore sigh smile song sorrow soul Southey spirit stanzas sweet tears terza rima thee thine things Thomas Moore thou art thou hast thought throne tomb turn'd verse Wat Tyler weep words written
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 287 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains of one Who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery If inscribed over human ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of BOATSWAIN, a Dog, Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey, Nov. 18, 1808.
Seite 282 - If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Seite 39 - Fare thee well! and if for ever Still for ever, fare thee well Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er can'st know again: Would that breast by thee glanc'd over, Every inmost thought could show!
Seite 408 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece — she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake. And then strike home!
Seite 288 - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonoured falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth: While man, vain insect!
Seite 70 - That in the antique Oratory shook His bosom in its solitude ; and then — As in that hour— a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced...
Seite 368 - Titan ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise, What was thy pity's recompense? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
Seite 32 - 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...
Seite 46 - Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted, It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee.
Seite 324 - Ay, but to die, and go," alas ! Where all 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 something better not to be.