The poetical works of lord Byron, with notes, Volumen 2Suttaby, 1885 |
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... Rome as can still be read in the ruins of her statues and temples is described in magnificent and energetic diction . Indeed , Byron said in conversation that there were more objects of interest in Rome alone than in all Greece from one ...
... Rome as can still be read in the ruins of her statues and temples is described in magnificent and energetic diction . Indeed , Byron said in conversation that there were more objects of interest in Rome alone than in all Greece from one ...
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... Rome have been more recently . The poem also , or the pilgrim , or both , have accompanied me from first to last ; and perhaps it may be a pardonable vanity which induces me to reflect with complacency on a composition which in some ...
... Rome have been more recently . The poem also , or the pilgrim , or both , have accompanied me from first to last ; and perhaps it may be a pardonable vanity which induces me to reflect with complacency on a composition which in some ...
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... Rome , heard the simple lament of the labourers ' chorus , " Roma ! Roma ! Roma ! Roma non è più come era prima , " it was difficult not to contrast this melancholy dirge with the bacchanal roar of the songs of exultation still yelled ...
... Rome , heard the simple lament of the labourers ' chorus , " Roma ! Roma ! Roma ! Roma non è più come era prima , " it was difficult not to contrast this melancholy dirge with the bacchanal roar of the songs of exultation still yelled ...
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... Rome ! And even since , and now , fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful , thy waste More rich than ...
... Rome ! And even since , and now , fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful , thy waste More rich than ...
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... Rome's least mortal- mind , The friend of Tully : as my bark did skim The bright blue waters with a fanning wind , Came Megara before me , and behind Ægina lay , Piræus on the right , And Corinth on the left ; I lay reclined Along the ...
... Rome's least mortal- mind , The friend of Tully : as my bark did skim The bright blue waters with a fanning wind , Came Megara before me , and behind Ægina lay , Piræus on the right , And Corinth on the left ; I lay reclined Along the ...
Términos y frases comunes
Albanian Ali Pacha Arqua Athens aught Bards beauty beheld beneath bleed blood bosom breast breath brow Canto charms chase ami Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clime crags dark deeds deem deem'd deep desolate dome dost doth dread dust dwell earth Epirus fair fame fate feel fix'd foes gaze Giaour glorious Glory glow Greece Greek hand hath heart Heaven hills honour hope hour hyæna Idlesse immortal Ionia Italy land less live lone Lord Byron Mafra maid Megara mighty mind mortal mountains native fastnesses ne'er never night o'er once pass'd passion perchance plain poem pride proud Rhine rock Rome ruins scarce scene shore shrine sigh skies slave smile song sooth soul Spain stanzas stream sweet tear thee thine things thou thought throne tomb tyrants Venice walls waves wild winds woes young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 195 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Página 260 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 196 - 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!
Página 167 - Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone ; A truth, which through our being then doth melt And purifies from self: it is a tone, The soul and source of music, which makes known Eternal harmony, and sheds a charm Like to the fabled Cytherea's zone, Binding all things with beauty ; — 'twould disarm The spectre Death, had he substantial power to harm.
Página 233 - There is the moral of all human tales ; 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past, First Freedom, and then Glory — when that fails, Wealth, vice, corruption, — barbarism at last. And History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page...
Página 220 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes while all around is torn ' By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn ; Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.
Página 142 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Página 166 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more; 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.
Página 156 - Adieu to thee, fair Rhine! How long delighted The stranger fain would linger on his way! Thine is a scene alike where souls united Or lonely Contemplation thus might stray; And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey On self-condemning bosoms, it were here, Where Nature, nor too sombre nor too gay, Wild, but not rude, awful, yet not austere, Is to the mellow Earth as Autumn to the year.
Página 169 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?