The works of lord Byron, Volumen1 |
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... Youth along Its bank been soothed by Beauty's song ; And softer seem'd each melting tone Of Music mingled with its own . But ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose Along the brink at Twilight's close : The stream that fill'd that font is fled ...
... Youth along Its bank been soothed by Beauty's song ; And softer seem'd each melting tone Of Music mingled with its own . But ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose Along the brink at Twilight's close : The stream that fill'd that font is fled ...
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... a crime or care , " Save transient ills that all must bear , " Has been thy lot from youth to age ; " And thou wilt bless thee from the rage VOL . II . E “ Of passions fierce and uncontroll''d , " Such as THE GIAOUR . 337.
... a crime or care , " Save transient ills that all must bear , " Has been thy lot from youth to age ; " And thou wilt bless thee from the rage VOL . II . E “ Of passions fierce and uncontroll''d , " Such as THE GIAOUR . 337.
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... youth , " This bed of death - attest my truth ! " " Tis all too late - thou wert , thou art " The cherish'd madness of my heart ! " And she was lost - and yet I breathed , " But not the breath of human life : " A serpent round my heart ...
... youth , " This bed of death - attest my truth ! " " Tis all too late - thou wert , thou art " The cherish'd madness of my heart ! " And she was lost - and yet I breathed , " But not the breath of human life : " A serpent round my heart ...
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... youth had been , " In pain , my faltering tongue had tried " To bless his memory ere I died ; " But Heaven in wrath would turn away , ، If Guilt should for the guiltless pray . “ I do not ask him not to blame , " Too gentle he to wound ...
... youth had been , " In pain , my faltering tongue had tried " To bless his memory ere I died ; " But Heaven in wrath would turn away , ، If Guilt should for the guiltless pray . “ I do not ask him not to blame , " Too gentle he to wound ...
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... youth had lost her force , He hated man too much to feel remorse ; And thought the voice of wrath a sacred call , Το pay the injuries of some on all . He knew himself a villain - but he deem'd The rest no better than the thing he seem'd ...
... youth had lost her force , He hated man too much to feel remorse ; And thought the voice of wrath a sacred call , Το pay the injuries of some on all . He knew himself a villain - but he deem'd The rest no better than the thing he seem'd ...
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...