Selected Poems of Lord ByronT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1893 - 279 páginas |
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... Dream , ' " " Stan- zas to a Lady , " the " Epistle to a Friend , " and other verses are full of that episode . Byron declared that he took all his fables about the celestial nature of women from the perfection his imagination created ...
... Dream , ' " " Stan- zas to a Lady , " the " Epistle to a Friend , " and other verses are full of that episode . Byron declared that he took all his fables about the celestial nature of women from the perfection his imagination created ...
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... dream . The Austrian monster with its two heads still held the country in its gripe . Byron spent almost a year in Pisa . While there he received a letter from an English clergyman informing him of a prayer for his conversion offered by ...
... dream . The Austrian monster with its two heads still held the country in its gripe . Byron spent almost a year in Pisa . While there he received a letter from an English clergyman informing him of a prayer for his conversion offered by ...
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... DREAM PAGE 32 32 33 34 35 THE POET'S CURSE NATURE TO THE LAST . " SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY " " OH ! SNATCH'D AWAY " SONG OF SAUL . VISION OF BELSHAZZAR DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . ODE ON WATERLOO . NAPOLEON'S ...
... DREAM PAGE 32 32 33 34 35 THE POET'S CURSE NATURE TO THE LAST . " SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY " " OH ! SNATCH'D AWAY " SONG OF SAUL . VISION OF BELSHAZZAR DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . ODE ON WATERLOO . NAPOLEON'S ...
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... was shook . I saw thee gaze upon my face , Yet met with no confusion there : One only feeling could'st thou trace ; The sullen calmness of despair . Away ! away ! my early dream Remembrance never must WELL ! THOU ART HAPPY . 5.
... was shook . I saw thee gaze upon my face , Yet met with no confusion there : One only feeling could'st thou trace ; The sullen calmness of despair . Away ! away ! my early dream Remembrance never must WELL ! THOU ART HAPPY . 5.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Matthew Arnold. Away ! away ! my early dream Remembrance never must awake ; Oh ! where is Lethe's fabled stream ! My foolish heart be still , or break . EPISTLE TO A FRIEND . IN ANSWER TO SOME LINES ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Matthew Arnold. Away ! away ! my early dream Remembrance never must awake ; Oh ! where is Lethe's fabled stream ! My foolish heart be still , or break . EPISTLE TO A FRIEND . IN ANSWER TO SOME LINES ...
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Selected Poems of Lord Byron George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Nathan Haskell Dole Vista completa - 1893 |
Términos y frases comunes
Adah Arqua art thou Astarte beautiful behold beneath blood blue breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow Byron Cain Canto CHAMOIS cheek CHILDE HAROLD clouds cold dare dark dead death deep DON JUAN dost dread earth eyes Farewell fear feel foam gaze gentle Giaour glory Goethe grave hand hath heard heart heaven heaving hour immortal isle jelicks Lady land light limbs live lone look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lucifer MANFRED mortal mountains Murray ne'er never night o'er once PARISINA poet poetry PRISONER OF CHILLON roll'd rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh slave smile soul spirit Stanzas star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought throne tomb turn'd Venice voice wall waters wave weep wild wind Witch Wordsworth youth
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Página 92 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Página 82 - Greece — but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start — for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away! Spark of that flame — perchance of heavenly birth — Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth!
Página 67 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet : Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Página 94 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Página 32 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! ADA ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Página lvii - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Página 256 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head- and there is London Town!
Página 102 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.
Página 125 - Lone — as a solitary cloud, A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Página 96 - Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed: — Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters, — war within themselves to wage.