Werner. The deformed transformed. Heaven and earth. The island. PoemsJohn Murray, 1831 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Aholibamah Anah ARNOLD aught bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom Bourb Bourbon breast brow Cæs Cæsar clouds Cœs dare dead dear death deep devil e'er earth eternal Exit eyes father feel Fletcher Christian FRANCESCA OF RIMINI Frankfort Fritz GABOR gaze glory hand hast hath heart heaven hope hour Iden IDENSTEIN Irad Japh Lady Blueb less live look look'd lord Lord Byron mountains Murray ne'er Neuha never Newstead Abbey night Noah noble o'er once pause peace rest Rome scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf smile son of Noah sorrow soul spirit Stral Stralenheim Stran stranger sweet tears thee There's thine things THOMAS MOORE thou art thought Torquil twas Ulric unto walls wave weep Werner wilt wind young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 452 - Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!
Pàgina 225 - AND it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.
Pàgina 419 - And I at times have found the struggle hard, And thought of shaking off my bonds of clay : But now I fain would for a time survive, If but to see what next can well arrive.
Pàgina 441 - OH, talk not to me of a name great in story ; The days of our youth are the days of our glory ; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
Pàgina 313 - His hours, and rivals opium and his brides ; Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand, Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand ; Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe, When...
Pàgina 444 - So we'll go no more a roving 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.
Pàgina 411 - I SPEAK not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name, There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame : But the tear which now burns on my cheek may impart The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.
Pàgina 442 - Oh ! Fame ! if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear One discover She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
Pàgina 454 - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here: — up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Pàgina 419 - Perhaps the workings of defiance stir Within me — or perhaps a cold despair, Brought on when ills habitually recur,— Perhaps a kinder clime, or purer air, (For even to this may change of soul refer, And with...