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There he sate all heavily , As he heard the night - wind sigh . Was it the wind ,
through some hollow stone , Sent that soft and tender moan ? He lifted his head ,
and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He look ' d on
the ...
There he sate all heavily , As he heard the night - wind sigh . Was it the wind ,
through some hollow stone , Sent that soft and tender moan ? He lifted his head ,
and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He look ' d on
the ...
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But the white shroud , and each extended tress , Long _ fair - but spread in utter
lifelessness , Which , late the sport of every summer wind , Escaped the baffled
wreath that strove to bind : These - - and the pale pure cheek , became the
bierBut ...
But the white shroud , and each extended tress , Long _ fair - but spread in utter
lifelessness , Which , late the sport of every summer wind , Escaped the baffled
wreath that strove to bind : These - - and the pale pure cheek , became the
bierBut ...
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Still older mansion , of a rich and rare Mixed Gothic , such as artists all allow Few
specimens yet left us can compare Withal : it lies perhaps a little low , Because
the monks preferred a hill behind , To shelter their devotion from the wind . It
stood ...
Still older mansion , of a rich and rare Mixed Gothic , such as artists all allow Few
specimens yet left us can compare Withal : it lies perhaps a little low , Because
the monks preferred a hill behind , To shelter their devotion from the wind . It
stood ...
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Of echoing thunder : and then all was hushid , Save the wild wind , and the
remorseless dash Of billows : but at intervals there gush ' d , Accompanied with a
convulsive splash , A solitary shriek , the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in
his ...
Of echoing thunder : and then all was hushid , Save the wild wind , and the
remorseless dash Of billows : but at intervals there gush ' d , Accompanied with a
convulsive splash , A solitary shriek , the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in
his ...
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As morning broke , the light wind died away , When he who had the watch sung
out and swore If ' twas not land that rose with the sun ' s ray , He wish ' d that land
he never might see more ; And the rest rubbed their eyes , and saw a 164 ...
As morning broke , the light wind died away , When he who had the watch sung
out and swore If ' twas not land that rose with the sun ' s ray , He wish ' d that land
he never might see more ; And the rest rubbed their eyes , and saw a 164 ...
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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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