 Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart ; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way, As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep...  Don Juan: Cantos III, IV, and V. - Strana 62autor/autoři: George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 218 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Arthur Beatty - 1928 - 582 str.
...gather 'd round us by thy look of rest; Thou bring'st the child, too, to the mother's breast. CVIII Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart...day's decay; Is this a fancy which our reason scorns? Ah ! surely nothing dies but something mourns ! cir When Nero perish'd by the justest doom Which ever... | |
 | 1928 - 320 str.
...propósito, ante tal escena ya tal hora, resultan estas líneas de Byron: «Sweet hour of twilight! Soft hour which wakes the wish and melts the heart...they from their sweet friends are torn apart; Or, filis with love the pilgrim on his way, As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep... | |
 | Adolph Caso - 1982 - 166 str.
...riproduce in inglese un motivo dantesco caratteristicamente precorritore della sensibilità romantica: Soft hour! which wakes the wish and melts the heart...him start Seeming to weep the dying day's decay... (DON JUAN,3.308), motivo già accennato da Thomas Gray al principio della sua famosa ELEGY: The curfew... | |
 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 884 str.
...gather'd round us by thy look of rest ; Thon bring'st the child, too, to the mother's breast СУШ. Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart...weep the dying day's decay ; Is this a fancy which onr reason scorns ? Ah I surely nothing dies hut something mourns 1 CIX. When Nero perish'd by the... | |
 | Teresa Guiccioli (contessa di) - 2005 - 736 str.
...about Tasso, it would give her much happiness were he also to compose 21. Gary 11,67. 22. TG's note: Soft hour! which wakes the wish and melts the heart...day's decay; Is this a fancy which our reason scorns? Ah! surely nothing dies but something mourns! (Don Juan, III, stanza 108) 23. For Moore (1830, 226-7)... | |
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