The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals and His Life, Volumul 11John Murray, 1847 |
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Pagina 9
... breathing men . But grief should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life . Philosophy and science , and the ...
... breathing men . But grief should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life . Philosophy and science , and the ...
Pagina 11
... breath of twilight builds , And the summer's sunset gilds With the azure and vermilion , Which is mix'd for my pavilion ; ( ' ) Though thy quest may be forbidden , On a star - beam I have ridden ; To thine adjuration bow'd , Mortal - be ...
... breath of twilight builds , And the summer's sunset gilds With the azure and vermilion , Which is mix'd for my pavilion ; ( ' ) Though thy quest may be forbidden , On a star - beam I have ridden ; To thine adjuration bow'd , Mortal - be ...
Pagina 20
... breath , would bring My breast upon its rocky bosom's bed To rest for ever . wherefore do I pause ? I feel the impulse - yet I do not plunge ; I see the peril - yet do not recede ; - And my brain reels - and yet my foot is firm : There ...
... breath , would bring My breast upon its rocky bosom's bed To rest for ever . wherefore do I pause ? I feel the impulse - yet I do not plunge ; I see the peril - yet do not recede ; - And my brain reels - and yet my foot is firm : There ...
Pagina 21
... breath of degradation and of pride , Contending with low wants and lofty will , Till our mortality predominates ... breathing harmony , A bodiless с 3 SCENE II . 21 MANFRED .
... breath of degradation and of pride , Contending with low wants and lofty will , Till our mortality predominates ... breathing harmony , A bodiless с 3 SCENE II . 21 MANFRED .
Pagina 22
... breathing harmony , A bodiless enjoyment - born and dying . With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER . Chamois Hunter . This Even so way the chamois leapt : her nimble feet Have baffled me ; my gains to ...
... breathing harmony , A bodiless enjoyment - born and dying . With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER . Chamois Hunter . This Even so way the chamois leapt : her nimble feet Have baffled me ; my gains to ...
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The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Vizualizare completă - 1832 |
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Pagina 63 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. - Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face ; Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Pagina 64 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old, — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Pagina 27 - It is not noon— the Sunbow's rays still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Pagina 24 - tis blood — my blood! the pure warm stream Which ran in the veins of my fathers, and in ours When we were in our youth, and had one heart, And loved each other as we should not love, And this was shed: but still it rises up, Colouring the clouds, that shut me out from heaven, Where thou art not — and I shall never be.
Pagina 64 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Pagina 31 - My joy was in the Wilderness, to breathe The difficult air of the iced mountain's top, Where the birds dare not build, nor insect's wing Flit o'er the herbless granite...
Pagina 33 - She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe : nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears — which I had not; And tenderness — but that I had for her; Humility — and that I never had. Her faults were mine — her virtues were her own — I loved her, and destroy'd her ! Witch.
Pagina 57 - This should have been a noble creature: he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled; as it is, It is an awful chaos— Light and Darkness— And mind and dust— and passions and pure thoughts Mixed, and contending without end or order,— All dormant or destructive.
Pagina 10 - The Glacier's cold and restless mass Moves onward day by day ; But I am he who bids it pass, Or with its ice delay.
Pagina 32 - She was like me in lineaments — her eyes, Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Even of her voice, they said were like to mine...