The Works of Lord Byron: Embracing His Suppressed Poems, and a Sketch of His Life ...Phillips, Sampson,, 1854 - 1071 sider |
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Side 18
... fear that Sir Tristrem and Sir Lancelot were no better than they should be , although very poetical personages and true knights " sans peur , " though not " sans re- proche . " If the story of the institution of the " Garter " be not a ...
... fear that Sir Tristrem and Sir Lancelot were no better than they should be , although very poetical personages and true knights " sans peur , " though not " sans re- proche . " If the story of the institution of the " Garter " be not a ...
Side 20
... fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee and one above . 5 . My father bless'd me ...
... fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee and one above . 5 . My father bless'd me ...
Side 78
... fear you not . [ He attacks Leander , and makes him give back so much , that finding the door of the dancing girl's house open , Leander es- capes through , and so finishes . ] * ΔΙΑΛΟΓΟΙ ΟΙΚΙΑΚΟΙ ' . Διὰ νὰ ζητήσῃς ἕνα πράγμα . Σᾶς ...
... fear you not . [ He attacks Leander , and makes him give back so much , that finding the door of the dancing girl's house open , Leander es- capes through , and so finishes . ] * ΔΙΑΛΟΓΟΙ ΟΙΚΙΑΚΟΙ ' . Διὰ νὰ ζητήσῃς ἕνα πράγμα . Σᾶς ...
Side 110
... fear . He spurs the steed ; he nears the steep , That , jutting , shadows o'er the deep ; He winds around ; he ... fears , Such moment pours the grief of years . What felt he then , at once opprest By all that most distracts the breast ...
... fear . He spurs the steed ; he nears the steep , That , jutting , shadows o'er the deep ; He winds around ; he ... fears , Such moment pours the grief of years . What felt he then , at once opprest By all that most distracts the breast ...
Side 116
... fear'd to meet ; And in the field it had been sweet , Had danger woo'd me on to move The slave of glory , not of love . I've braved it - not for honor's boast ; I smile at laurels won or lost ; To such let others carve their way , For ...
... fear'd to meet ; And in the field it had been sweet , Had danger woo'd me on to move The slave of glory , not of love . I've braved it - not for honor's boast ; I smile at laurels won or lost ; To such let others carve their way , For ...
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Side 63 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Side 63 - Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Side 44 - 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.
Side 63 - 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.
Side 183 - ETERNAL Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart — The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Side 183 - And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left: Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp: And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing! For in these limbs its teeth remain...
Side 41 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray ; And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers...
Side 39 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Side 186 - As then to me he seem'd to fly, And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled — and would fain I had not left my recent chain ; And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load...
Side 38 - Stop ! — For thy tread is on an Empire's dust ! An Earthquake's spoil is sepulchred below ! Is the spot mark'd with no colossal bust ? Nor column trophied for triumphal show ? None ; but the moral's truth tells simpler so, As the ground was before, thus let it be;— How that red rain hath made the harvest grow ! And is this all the world has gain'd by thee, Thou first and last of fields ! king-making Victory ? XVIII.