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White as a white sail on a dusky sea , When half the horizon ' s clouded and half
free , Fluttering between the dun wave and the sky , Is hope ' s last gleam in man '
s extremity . Her anchor parts ; but still her snowy sail Attracts our eye amidst ...
White as a white sail on a dusky sea , When half the horizon ' s clouded and half
free , Fluttering between the dun wave and the sky , Is hope ' s last gleam in man '
s extremity . Her anchor parts ; but still her snowy sail Attracts our eye amidst ...
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... But once perceived , his spirit seem ' d to chide Such weakness as unworthy of
its pride , And steel ' d itself , as scorning to redeem One doubt from others ' half
withheld esteem ; In self - inflicted penance of a breast Which tenderness might ...
... But once perceived , his spirit seem ' d to chide Such weakness as unworthy of
its pride , And steel ' d itself , as scorning to redeem One doubt from others ' half
withheld esteem ; In self - inflicted penance of a breast Which tenderness might ...
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... Which I have pointed from these cliffs the while ; And thus , half sportive , half in
fear , I said , Lest time should raise that doubt to more than dread , Thus Conrad ,
too , will quit me for the main ; And he deceived me - for - he came again ! ” .
... Which I have pointed from these cliffs the while ; And thus , half sportive , half in
fear , I said , Lest time should raise that doubt to more than dread , Thus Conrad ,
too , will quit me for the main ; And he deceived me - for - he came again ! ” .
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half. past. eight. o. ' clock. ,. booms. ,. hencoops. ,. spars. ,. And all things , for a
chance , had been cast loose , That still could keep afloat the struggling tars , For
yet they strove , although of no great use : There was no light in heaven but a few
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half. past. eight. o. ' clock. ,. booms. ,. hencoops. ,. spars. ,. And all things , for a
chance , had been cast loose , That still could keep afloat the struggling tars , For
yet they strove , although of no great use : There was no light in heaven but a few
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Consisting of Selections from His Works George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,
Alfred Howard. Large , dark , and swimming in the stream , Which seem ' d to melt
to its own beam ; All love , half languor , and half fire , Like saints that at the stake
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Consisting of Selections from His Works George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,
Alfred Howard. Large , dark , and swimming in the stream , Which seem ' d to melt
to its own beam ; All love , half languor , and half fire , Like saints that at the stake
...
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appear arms aspect aught bear beauty beneath better blood blue breast breath bright brow cheek clouds dark dead death deep dread dream earth eternal face fair fall father fear feel fire flowers gaze gentle glance gone grave half hand hath head hear heart heaven hope hour knew land leaves less light lips living lone look meet mind mountains nature ne'er never night o'er once pale passed passion past pride rest roll rose round scarce seem'd seems seen shine shore sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand turn twas voice walls waters wave weep wild wind wing young youth
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Página 66 - 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 52 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Página 66 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Página 148 - 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!
Página 146 - 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.
Página 66 - 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 Heraclcidan blood might own.
Página 117 - 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.
Página 63 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 150 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Página 164 - 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...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His Works Volumen 6 de Howard's beauties of literature |
| Autores | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard |
| Editor | T. Davison, 1824 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 26 Sep 2006 |
| N.º de páginas | 212 páginas |
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