The works of lord Byron, Volumen1 |
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... throwз " Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes- " To which Life nothing darker nor brighter can bring , " For which joy hath no balm - and affliction no sting . " B VOL . II . Moore . Drawn by H Carbonld . Engraved by E Finden .
... throwз " Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes- " To which Life nothing darker nor brighter can bring , " For which joy hath no balm - and affliction no sting . " B VOL . II . Moore . Drawn by H Carbonld . Engraved by E Finden .
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... alike o'er our joys and our woes- " To which Life nothing darker nor brighter can bring , " For which joy hath no balm - and affliction no sting . " B VOL . II . Moore . ΤΟ SAMUEL ROGERS , ESQ . AS A SLIGHT BUT THE GIAOUR.
... alike o'er our joys and our woes- " To which Life nothing darker nor brighter can bring , " For which joy hath no balm - and affliction no sting . " B VOL . II . Moore . ΤΟ SAMUEL ROGERS , ESQ . AS A SLIGHT BUT THE GIAOUR.
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... a dwelling - place , And every charm and grace hath mix'd Within the paradise she fix'd , There man , enamour'd of distress , Should mar it into wilderness , And trample , brute - like , o'er each flower 6 THE GIAOUR .
... a dwelling - place , And every charm and grace hath mix'd Within the paradise she fix'd , There man , enamour'd of distress , Should mar it into wilderness , And trample , brute - like , o'er each flower 6 THE GIAOUR .
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... Hath swept the column from their tomb , A mightier monument command , The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die ! " Twere long to tell , and sad to trace , Each step ...
... Hath swept the column from their tomb , A mightier monument command , The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die ! " Twere long to tell , and sad to trace , Each step ...
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... hath lanced his courser's sides ; Away , away , for life he rides : Swift as the hurl'd on high jerreed ( 9 ) Springs to the touch his startled steed ; The rock is doubled , and the shore Shakes with the clattering tramp no more ; The ...
... hath lanced his courser's sides ; Away , away , for life he rides : Swift as the hurl'd on high jerreed ( 9 ) Springs to the touch his startled steed ; The rock is doubled , and the shore Shakes with the clattering tramp no more ; The ...
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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...