The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Volumen1R. W. Pomeroy, 1824 |
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... turn to linger as you go , From loftier rocks new loveliness survey , And rest ye at our " Lady's house of wo ; " ( 2 ) Where frugal monks their little relics show , And sundry legends to the stranger tell : Here impious men have punish ...
... turn to linger as you go , From loftier rocks new loveliness survey , And rest ye at our " Lady's house of wo ; " ( 2 ) Where frugal monks their little relics show , And sundry legends to the stranger tell : Here impious men have punish ...
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... turn'd a nation's shallow joy to gloom . Here Folly dash'd to earth the victor's plume , And Policy regain'd what arms had lost : For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom ' Wo to the conquʼring , not the conquer'd host , Canto I ...
... turn'd a nation's shallow joy to gloom . Here Folly dash'd to earth the victor's plume , And Policy regain'd what arms had lost : For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom ' Wo to the conquʼring , not the conquer'd host , Canto I ...
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... turn Morena's dusky height Sustains aloft the battery's iron load ; And , far as mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , The bristling palisade , the fosse o'er - flow'd , The station'd bands , the ...
... turn Morena's dusky height Sustains aloft the battery's iron load ; And , far as mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , The bristling palisade , the fosse o'er - flow'd , The station'd bands , the ...
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... turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every freeborn bosom dear , And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme - but from thy holy haunt Let me some ...
... turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every freeborn bosom dear , And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme - but from thy holy haunt Let me some ...
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... turns . LXVIII . The Sabbath comes , a day of blessed rest ; What hollows it upon this Christian shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast : Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ? Crashing the lance , he snuffs the ...
... turns . LXVIII . The Sabbath comes , a day of blessed rest ; What hollows it upon this Christian shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast : Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ? Crashing the lance , he snuffs the ...
Términos y frases comunes
Albanian Ali Pacha amongst ancient Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Cæsar CANTO Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE church Cicero Constantinople dark death deem'd deep doth dust dwell earth edit Egeria fair fame fate feel Ficus Ruminalis foes French gaze glory Greece Greek hand hath heart heaven hills honour hope hour immortal Italian Italy Julius Cæsar lake land less lightning line last live Lord maid mind mortal mountains Nardini ne'er never o'er once pass Petrarch plain poet Pouqueville rock Romaic Roman Rome ruin scene seen shore sigh smile song soul spot Stanza Storia Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb triumph Turks Venetians Venice walls waves wild winds wolf words δεν δια εἰς ἐν και κη με τας τε την το ὡς
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Página 186 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Página 188 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 79 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider. Welcome, to their roar ! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the...
Página 85 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 187 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Página 152 - Oh, Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Página 85 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Página 79 - Is THY face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Página 109 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 136 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her, a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air, an island of the blest...