Lord Byron Vindicated: Or, Rome and Her PilgrimSimpkin, Marshall & Company, 1876 - 147 psl. |
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... shame Done thy defenceless sire ; ( 3 ) and if a tear Bedim , the while , this eye , thou wilt not blame , Nor deem it Woman's weakness which thus hail'st thy name ! ( 1 ) The late Lady Lovelace , daughter of Lord Byron . ( 2 ) Byron's ...
... shame Done thy defenceless sire ; ( 3 ) and if a tear Bedim , the while , this eye , thou wilt not blame , Nor deem it Woman's weakness which thus hail'st thy name ! ( 1 ) The late Lady Lovelace , daughter of Lord Byron . ( 2 ) Byron's ...
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... shame Shall choke thy blooming Glory ! ' Pon thine urn , As in Belshazzar's hall of yore , in flame Is traced a destiny ! - The letters burn , [ learn ! ( 1 ) Whereon Mankind shall gaze , and thy dark lesson ( 1 ) " In that same hour ...
... shame Shall choke thy blooming Glory ! ' Pon thine urn , As in Belshazzar's hall of yore , in flame Is traced a destiny ! - The letters burn , [ learn ! ( 1 ) Whereon Mankind shall gaze , and thy dark lesson ( 1 ) " In that same hour ...
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... shame , Rests unrequited ! -well doth Passion whet The lip of lewd Desire that knights its name- Coins Love for conynge ( 2 ) Lust , twin terms of Folly's flame ! engaged in interesting discussion ; so that a brother poet compared them ...
... shame , Rests unrequited ! -well doth Passion whet The lip of lewd Desire that knights its name- Coins Love for conynge ( 2 ) Lust , twin terms of Folly's flame ! engaged in interesting discussion ; so that a brother poet compared them ...
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... shame Had shut him from her till the very name Did breathe but Desolation , and he strove To still his bosom's pleadings with a fame World - wide and grand , which in its tissue wove All that Ambition craved , denying naught save Love ...
... shame Had shut him from her till the very name Did breathe but Desolation , and he strove To still his bosom's pleadings with a fame World - wide and grand , which in its tissue wove All that Ambition craved , denying naught save Love ...
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... shame , ( 2 ) And , o'er that damning page , Scorn breathe her wither- ing flame ! ( 3 ) " And such they are - and such they will be found : Not so Leonidas and Washington , Whose every battle - field is holy ground , Which breathes of ...
... shame , ( 2 ) And , o'er that damning page , Scorn breathe her wither- ing flame ! ( 3 ) " And such they are - and such they will be found : Not so Leonidas and Washington , Whose every battle - field is holy ground , Which breathes of ...
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Lord Byron Vindicated, Or: Rome and Her Pilgrim. By Manfred (pseud.) Elliott W. Preston Visos knygos peržiūra - 1876 |
Lord Byron Vindicated, Or: Rome and Her Pilgrim. By Manfred (pseud.) Elliott W. Preston Visos knygos peržiūra - 1876 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
afar Age of Fable Ancient Rome beam beautiful blest blood bove breast breath bright Brutus Bulfinch Byron's Childe Harold CANTO CANTO II Circus Circus Maximus clime Coliseum dark dead deep Desolation deux doth dust Earth eternal Faerie Queene fair fame fell flower fond Genius Giaour Gibbon's Rome glories grave hath haught heart Heaven Hector Hyacinthus immortal introductory Ivy green Julius Cæsar Justice King Richard III lone Lord Lord Byron Love's Lucius Junius Brutus Mark Antony memory mighty Mind mould neath Night noble o'er pale Palinurus Passion Patroclus pieds poem poet Pompey prayer proud Rome's Scene seem'd shadow Shakespeare's Hamlet shame smote song Soul Soul's sown Spirit Stanza starr'd stars stern stone sweet tear thee thine thou art thou did'st thou shalt thou wert thy name Time's unto Victories of Julian voice waves whilst wild wind
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107 psl. - Let not the land, once proud of him, Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow. But let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead, In sadness make...
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102 psl. - Lord, who shall abide in Thy tabernacle? Who shall dwell in Thy holy hill? He that walketh uprightly, and worketh righteousness, And speaketh the truth in his heart.
121 psl. - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
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125 psl. - If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?
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