The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed., containing considerable additions; to which is prefixed a life, by H. L. Bulwer, Band 1 |
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... Childe Harold and Don Juan : cer- tain complete Stanzas are now also for the first time subjoined , which Lord Byron was induced to withhold from the world only by tenderness for individuals now beyond the reach of satire . " - The ...
... Childe Harold and Don Juan : cer- tain complete Stanzas are now also for the first time subjoined , which Lord Byron was induced to withhold from the world only by tenderness for individuals now beyond the reach of satire . " - The ...
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... child . • School Granta , a Medley ib . 0208 Lines written beneath an Elm in the Church- 10 yard of Harrow . On a distant ... CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE Appendix to Canto II . . Historical Notes to Canto IV . • · · · · · · • · THE GIAOUR ...
... child . • School Granta , a Medley ib . 0208 Lines written beneath an Elm in the Church- 10 yard of Harrow . On a distant ... CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE Appendix to Canto II . . Historical Notes to Canto IV . • · · · · · · • · THE GIAOUR ...
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... Childe Harold ! Our deepest feelings are generally developed by misfortunes ; nor is any misfortune so likely to have a lasting influence upon the character as one the sense of which must always be recurring . To the slight deformity he ...
... Childe Harold ! Our deepest feelings are generally developed by misfortunes ; nor is any misfortune so likely to have a lasting influence upon the character as one the sense of which must always be recurring . To the slight deformity he ...
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... Childe Harold ! Lord Byron's travels at this time form an epoch- and not the least important epoch - in his life . There was naturally in his character a strange assemblage of different and , as some would imagine , incompatible ...
... Childe Harold ! Lord Byron's travels at this time form an epoch- and not the least important epoch - in his life . There was naturally in his character a strange assemblage of different and , as some would imagine , incompatible ...
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... Childe Harold ; and , if we are to believe Mr. Dallas , the Poet gave his preference to the first , a very clever but by no means surprising performance . To account for this is not difficult ; a writer who has been for some time ...
... Childe Harold ; and , if we are to believe Mr. Dallas , the Poet gave his preference to the first , a very clever but by no means surprising performance . To account for this is not difficult ; a writer who has been for some time ...
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Ali Pacha Athens bard beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Calmar Canto Childe Harold dare dark dead dear death deeds Doge Doge of Venice dread dream earth Edinburgh Review Faliero fame fate fear feel foes gaze Giaour glory grave Greece Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Italy Lady less letter Lioni live look Lord Byron Manfred Marino Faliero Michel Steno mind mountains muse ne'er never night noble o'er once palace Parisina pass'd passion Petrarch poem poet poetry Ravenna scarce scene seem'd seems shore sigh smile song soul Southey spirit stanzas tears thee thine thing thou thought tomb Venetian Venice verse voice Wat Tyler waves wild words young youth εἰς καὶ νὰ τὴν τὸ
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 259 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Seite 142 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Seite 121 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Seite 146 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Seite 113 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Seite 113 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Seite 298 - 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.
Seite 134 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald : — how profound The gulf ! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Seite 282 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Seite 281 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came That bird was...