Lord Byron Vindicated;or Rome and Her Pilgrim1876 |
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... mighty Genius who walked for a brief space , as am it were , " among them but not of them , repaid . ст As with impaired and failing health I look back upon the Past , retracing the course that the واساة me to voice of Conscience and of ...
... mighty Genius who walked for a brief space , as am it were , " among them but not of them , repaid . ст As with impaired and failing health I look back upon the Past , retracing the course that the واساة me to voice of Conscience and of ...
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... mighty phantoms ? -Lo ! their bays Bloom with perennial freshness , for the Womb Of Earth claims not their Spirits which all Time illume ! CANTO I. THE Rome . pilgrim still revisits thy lone 2 LORD BYRON VINDICATED ;
... mighty phantoms ? -Lo ! their bays Bloom with perennial freshness , for the Womb Of Earth claims not their Spirits which all Time illume ! CANTO I. THE Rome . pilgrim still revisits thy lone 2 LORD BYRON VINDICATED ;
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... mighty phantoms ? -Lo ! their bays Bloom with perennial freshness , for the Womb Of Earth claims not their Spirits which all Time illume ! CANTO I. Rome . THE pilgrim still revisits thy lone 2 LORD BYRON VINDICATED ;
... mighty phantoms ? -Lo ! their bays Bloom with perennial freshness , for the Womb Of Earth claims not their Spirits which all Time illume ! CANTO I. Rome . THE pilgrim still revisits thy lone 2 LORD BYRON VINDICATED ;
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... mighty ! can it be , That this is all remains of thee ? * * * * * * " Twere long to tell , and sad to trace , Each step from splendour to disgrace ; Enough- no foreign foe could quell Thy soul , till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self ...
... mighty ! can it be , That this is all remains of thee ? * * * * * * " Twere long to tell , and sad to trace , Each step from splendour to disgrace ; Enough- no foreign foe could quell Thy soul , till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self ...
19 psl.
... mighty shout - a sound of strife That shook the massy walls , and doom'd the Tyrant's life ! ( 1 ) ( 1 ) " With that he lifted high the steel , and smote her in the side , And in her blood she sank to earth , and with one sob she died ...
... mighty shout - a sound of strife That shook the massy walls , and doom'd the Tyrant's life ! ( 1 ) ( 1 ) " With that he lifted high the steel , and smote her in the side , And in her blood she sank to earth , and with one sob she died ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
afar Age of Fable Ancient Rome beam Beauty blended blest blood bove breast breath bright brow Brutus Bulfinch Byron's Childe Harold CANTO CANTO II Circus Circus Maximus clime Coliseum dark dead deep Desolation deux did'st doth dust Earth eternal Faerie Queene fair fame fell flower fond Genius Giaour Gibbon's Rome glories grave hath heart Heaven Hector Hyacinthus immortal introductory Ivy green Julian Julius Cæsar Justice King Richard lone Lord Byron Love's Lucius Junius Brutus Mark Antony memory mighty Mind Mind's mould naught neath Night noble o'er pale Palinurus Passion Patroclus pieds Pilgrim poem Pompey prayer proud Richard III Rome's Scene seem'd shadow Shakespeare's Hamlet shame smote song Soul Soul's Spirit Stanza starr'd stars stern sweet tears thee thine thou art thou shalt thou wert thy name Time's unto Victories vindication voice waves whilst wild wind
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93 psl. - The herded wolves, bold only to pursue; The obscene ravens, clamorous o'er the dead; The vultures to the conqueror's banner true Who feed where Desolation first has fed, And whose wings rain contagion...
115 psl. - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
101 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...
62 psl. - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
96 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.
53 psl. - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
xxiii psl. - Not all " — the Echoes answer me — " not all ! Prophetic sounds and loud, arise forever From us, and from all Ruin, unto the wise, As melody from Memnon to the Sun. We rule the hearts of mightiest men — we rule With a despotic sway all giant minds. We are not impotent — we pallid stones. Not all our power is gone — not all our fame — Not all the magic of our high renown — Not all the wonder that encircles us — Not all the mysteries that in us lie — Not all the memories that hang...
119 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?
113 psl. - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
7 psl. - Foul outrage which thou knowest not, which thou shalt never know. Then clasp me round the neck once more, and give me one more kiss; And now mine own dear little girl, there is no way but this." With that he lifted high the steel, and smote her in the side, And in her blood she sank to earth, and with one sob she died.