The works of lord Byron, Volumen1 |
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... hand To bloom along the fairy land , But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him -- but to spare ! Strange that where all is peace beside There passion riots in her pride , And lust and rapine wildly reign To darken o'er ...
... hand To bloom along the fairy land , But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him -- but to spare ! Strange that where all is peace beside There passion riots in her pride , And lust and rapine wildly reign To darken o'er ...
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... hand on high , As doubting to return or fly : Impatient of his flight delay'd , Here loud his raven charger neigh'd— Down glanced that hand , and grasp'd his blade ; That sound had burst his waking dream , As Slumber starts at owlet's ...
... hand on high , As doubting to return or fly : Impatient of his flight delay'd , Here loud his raven charger neigh'd— Down glanced that hand , and grasp'd his blade ; That sound had burst his waking dream , As Slumber starts at owlet's ...
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... hand shall close its clasp again . On desert sands ' twere joy to scan The rudest steps of fellow man , So here the very voice of Grief Might wake an Echo like relief— At least ' twould say , “ all are not gone ; " There lingers Life ...
... hand shall close its clasp again . On desert sands ' twere joy to scan The rudest steps of fellow man , So here the very voice of Grief Might wake an Echo like relief— At least ' twould say , “ all are not gone ; " There lingers Life ...
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... hand ? " " Tis he ! ' tis he ! I know him now ; " I know him by his pallid brow ; " I know him by the evil eye ( 29 ) " That aids his envious treachery ; " I know him by his jet - black barb : " Though now array'd in Arnaut garb ...
... hand ? " " Tis he ! ' tis he ! I know him now ; " I know him by his pallid brow ; " I know him by the evil eye ( 29 ) " That aids his envious treachery ; " I know him by his jet - black barb : " Though now array'd in Arnaut garb ...
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... hand Which quivers round that faithless brand ; His turban far behind him roll'd , And cleft in twain its firmest fold ; His flowing robe by falchion torn , And crimson as those clouds of morn That , streak'd with dusky red , portend ...
... hand Which quivers round that faithless brand ; His turban far behind him roll'd , And cleft in twain its firmest fold ; His flowing robe by falchion torn , And crimson as those clouds of morn That , streak'd with dusky red , portend ...
Términos y frases comunes
accents Amaun apostolic palace arms band beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow call'd calpac Cavalier Servente cheek Conrad dare dark dead death deed deep despair doom dread dream earth faithless fate fear feel fell fix'd foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont hope horsetails hour Houris knew Lara Lara's light limbs lips lonely look look'd Mazeppa Moslem Mussulman ne'er never night Note nought numbers o'er once Pacha pale Parisina pass'd perchance pride rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim she-the shore sigh silent sire slave smile sooth soul sound stamp'd steed stern stood strife tale tears tell thee thine thou thought Timariot turban Turkish turn'd Twas Venice voice wall wave Whate'er wild wind words wound youth Zuleika
Pasajes populares
Página 321 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Página 318 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes Ran over with the glad surprise, And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery.
Página 321 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Página 307 - ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Página 309 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Página 315 - Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face. The infant love of all his race.
Página 93 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,' Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Página 315 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...