The Works of Lord Byron, Svazek 4J. Murray, 1905 |
Další vydání - Zobrazit všechny
Běžně se vyskytující výrazy a sousloví
Abbot Alternative reading beautiful Beppo Bertram Bertuccio blood breath brow Canto Childe Harold Coleridge Compare Childe Harold Countess Guiccioli Dante dead death Doge doth dream Drury Lane Theatre Duke earth erased eyes father Faust fear feel glory hand hath heard heart Heaven Hetman honour Horace Walpole hour Italian King knew Lady Letter to Moore Letter to Murray lines Lioni live look Lord Byron Manfred Marino Faliero Mazeppa Michel Steno mind Morgante Morgante Maggiore ne'er never night noble o'er once Orlando pain palace passed passions poem poet Poetical Prince Prisoner of Chillon R. B. SHERIDAN Saint scene soul Southey speak spirit stanza Steno sweet Tasso terza rima thee thine things thou art thou hast thought translation twas unto Venetian Venice verse wave words
Oblíbené pasáže
Strana 151 - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter alL...
Strana 31 - And he stood calm and quiet, and he spoke The fitting vows, — but heard not his own words ; And all things reel'd around him...
Strana 35 - I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air...
Strana 101 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Strana 405 - So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
Strana 18 - None lived to love me so again. And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think. I know not if it late were free, Or broke its cage to perch on mine, 280 But knowing well captivity. Sweet bird, I could not wish for thine...
Strana 13 - A sunbeam which hath lost its way, And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left; Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp : And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain ; 'That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain, With marks that will not wear away...
Strana 19 - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, Lone as the corse within its shroud, 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.
Strana 105 - 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 learned the language of another world.
Strana 16 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot...