The works of lord Byron, Volumen1 |
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... Thought ! For infinite as boundless space The thought that Conscience must embrace , Which in itself can comprehend Woe without name , or hope , or end . The hour is past , the Giaour is gone ; And did he fly or fall alone ? Woe to that ...
... Thought ! For infinite as boundless space The thought that Conscience must embrace , Which in itself can comprehend Woe without name , or hope , or end . The hour is past , the Giaour is gone ; And did he fly or fall alone ? Woe to that ...
Página 42
... thought of Leila slain , " Give me the pleasure with the pain , " So would I live and love again . " I grieve , but not , my holy guide ! " For him who dies , but her who died : " She sleeps beneath the wandering wave— " Ah ! had she ...
... thought of Leila slain , " Give me the pleasure with the pain , " So would I live and love again . " I grieve , but not , my holy guide ! " For him who dies , but her who died : " She sleeps beneath the wandering wave— " Ah ! had she ...
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... thought ; " A Ray of him who form'd the whole ; " A Glory circling round the soul ! " I grant my love imperfect , all " That mortals by the name miscall ; " Then deem it evil , what thou wilt ; " But say , oh say , hers was not guilt ...
... thought ; " A Ray of him who form'd the whole ; " A Glory circling round the soul ! " I grant my love imperfect , all " That mortals by the name miscall ; " Then deem it evil , what thou wilt ; " But say , oh say , hers was not guilt ...
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... thought was only thine ! " My good , my guilt , my weal , my woe , 66 ' My hope on high - my all below . " Earth holds no other like to thee , " Or , if it doth , in vain for me : " For worlds I dare not view the dame " Resembling thee ...
... thought was only thine ! " My good , my guilt , my weal , my woe , 66 ' My hope on high - my all below . " Earth holds no other like to thee , " Or , if it doth , in vain for me : " For worlds I dare not view the dame " Resembling thee ...
Página 45
... of a youthful vow ; " I would remind him of my end : " Though souls absorb'd like mine allow " Brief thought to distant friendship's claim , " Yet dear to him my blighted name . " " Tis strange - he prophesied my doom , THE GIAOUR . 45.
... of a youthful vow ; " I would remind him of my end : " Though souls absorb'd like mine allow " Brief thought to distant friendship's claim , " Yet dear to him my blighted name . " " Tis strange - he prophesied my doom , THE GIAOUR . 45.
Términos y frases comunes
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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...