Lord Byron, Volume 1Antoine-Augustin Renouard, 1824 |
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... haut ; il s'indigne qu'un si puissant génie n'ait aspiré qu'à la terre ; que de si grandes facultés n'aient été employées qu'à amasser de la poussière , puis encore de la poussière ! Si ces deux hommes eus- 1 . CHAPITRE PREMIER . 3.
... haut ; il s'indigne qu'un si puissant génie n'ait aspiré qu'à la terre ; que de si grandes facultés n'aient été employées qu'à amasser de la poussière , puis encore de la poussière ! Si ces deux hommes eus- 1 . CHAPITRE PREMIER . 3.
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... haut de leur pa- lais aérien , appellera mon âme , réjouie d'être choisie par eux ; lorsque je monterai , balancé par la brise , ou qu'enveloppé de brouillards , je descendrai le flanc de la montagne ; oh ! puisse mon ombre ne voir aux ...
... haut de leur pa- lais aérien , appellera mon âme , réjouie d'être choisie par eux ; lorsque je monterai , balancé par la brise , ou qu'enveloppé de brouillards , je descendrai le flanc de la montagne ; oh ! puisse mon ombre ne voir aux ...
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... haut et un peu découvert ; les cheveux noirs , les yeux d'un bleu foncé ; son regard , habituellement doux et pénétrant , était quelquefois vif et impérieux . Sa bouche exprimait tour - à - tour le dédain et CHAPITRE CINQUIÈME . 53 X XI ...
... haut et un peu découvert ; les cheveux noirs , les yeux d'un bleu foncé ; son regard , habituellement doux et pénétrant , était quelquefois vif et impérieux . Sa bouche exprimait tour - à - tour le dédain et CHAPITRE CINQUIÈME . 53 X XI ...
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... haut degré les qualités qui font le charme de la vie intérieure . Cependant , il était irritable comme tous les hommes qui sentent vivement ; mais c'était plutôt de l'impatience que de la colère . Il prenait les gens en aversion , dès ...
... haut degré les qualités qui font le charme de la vie intérieure . Cependant , il était irritable comme tous les hommes qui sentent vivement ; mais c'était plutôt de l'impatience que de la colère . Il prenait les gens en aversion , dès ...
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... haut en bas , puis en travers ; d'en visiter tous les recoins , de tourner autour de chaque colonne , revenant à l'en- droit où j'avais commencé ma promenade . J'évitais A frown upon the atmosphere , That hath no business to appear When ...
... haut en bas , puis en travers ; d'en visiter tous les recoins , de tourner autour de chaque colonne , revenant à l'en- droit où j'avais commencé ma promenade . J'évitais A frown upon the atmosphere , That hath no business to appear When ...
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ABBOT OF SAINT aimait âme Anglais ANTOINE-AUGUSTIN RENOUARD ASTARTE back beau blood Bonnivard breath Brême brillante c'était CHAMOIS HUNTER chant château de Chillon Chaworth Childe Harold Chillon cieux cœur cold coursier death deep desirs douleur dream earth écossais eût eyes feel felt femme flow foule friend génie Grèce hand hath head heart heaven high hommes hope hour j'ai jamais jeune Klephtes know l'âme lady Byron last life light look lord Byron love loved madame de Staël made MANFRED Mazeppa Milbank mind miss Mistress Mardyn montagnes mort mountain name ne'er never night noble Note de lord o'er once passé passions pensées poème poésie poète poétique power scarce seen semble sensations sentimens sentiment seul sort soul spirit stood sublime sunbeams tears terre thine things thou thought thrice time tombe triste twas vagues Walter Scott wave wild wind word years yeux youth
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Page 65 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again : Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee — Though it smile upon the blow, Even its...
Page 237 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create...
Page 302 - And first one universal shriek there rush'd, Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder ; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows ; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Page 88 - Till I have done with this new day, Which now is painful to these eyes, Which have not seen the sun so rise For years — I cannot count them o'er, I lost their long and heavy score, When my last brother droop'd and died, And I lay living by his side.
Page 272 - And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being; they become A portion of ourselves as of our time, And look like heralds of eternity; They pass like spirits of the past...
Page 109 - As then to me he seem'd to fly, And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled — and would fain I had not left my recent chain ; And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load...
Page 240 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Page 276 - Which colour'd all his objects:— he had ceased To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony. But she in these fond feelings had no share: Her sighs were not for him; to her he was Even as a brother— but no more...
Page 94 - Which in a palace had grown cold, Had his free breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side ; But why delay the truth? — he died.
Page 277 - With a convulsion — then arose again, And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear What he had written, but he shed no tears. And he did calm himself, and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet : as he paused, The Lady of his love...