The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, Volúmenes5-6 |
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... tell , " Which thus begins so courteously and well . 460 " Let Otho cherish here his polish'd guest , " To him mythanks and thoughts shall be exprest . " And here their wondering host hath interposed- " Whate'er there be between you ...
... tell , " Which thus begins so courteously and well . 460 " Let Otho cherish here his polish'd guest , " To him mythanks and thoughts shall be exprest . " And here their wondering host hath interposed- " Whate'er there be between you ...
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... tell the tale , The bitter print of each convulsive nail , When agonized hands that cease to guard , 760 Wound in that pang the smoothness of the sward . Some such had been , if here a life was reft , But these were not ; and doubting ...
... tell the tale , The bitter print of each convulsive nail , When agonized hands that cease to guard , 760 Wound in that pang the smoothness of the sward . Some such had been , if here a life was reft , But these were not ; and doubting ...
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... tell The sullen words of the sentinel , 406 As his measured step on the stone below Clank'd , as he paced it to and fro ; And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival , 410 Gorging and growling o'er ...
... tell The sullen words of the sentinel , 406 As his measured step on the stone below Clank'd , as he paced it to and fro ; And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival , 410 Gorging and growling o'er ...
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... tell 770 Where they lie , and how they fell ? Not a stone on their turf , nor a bone in their graves ; But they live in the verse that immortally saves . XXVI . Hark to the Allah shout ! a band Of the Mussulman bravest and best is at ...
... tell 770 Where they lie , and how they fell ? Not a stone on their turf , nor a bone in their graves ; But they live in the verse that immortally saves . XXVI . Hark to the Allah shout ! a band Of the Mussulman bravest and best is at ...
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... tell : And Azo's tortured heart and ear Have nothing more to feel or hear . IX . He was not one who brook'd delay : Within the chamber of his state , The chief of Este's ancient sway Upon his throne of judgment sate ; His nobles and his ...
... tell : And Azo's tortured heart and ear Have nothing more to feel or hear . IX . He was not one who brook'd delay : Within the chamber of his state , The chief of Este's ancient sway Upon his throne of judgment sate ; His nobles and his ...
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ABBOT Alhama apostolic palace art thou ASTARTE beautiful behold beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow call'd Cavalier Servente CHAMOIS clouds cold courser dare dark Darvell dead death deep doth dread dream earth Ezzelin falchion fame fate fear feel fell fix'd forget gazed glance glory grave grew grief hand hast hath heard heart heaven Hetman hope hour immortal knew Lara Lara's light limbs lips living lonely look look'd LORD BYRON MANFRED Mazeppa mortal mountain ne'er never night numbers o'er once Otho pain Parisina pass'd past scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound spirit star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought turn'd twas twere twill Venice voice wall waves weep Whate'er wild wither'd words youth Аввот
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Página 124 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 125 - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 184 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are ; — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
Página 125 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Página 100 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 99 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 183 - And then there was a little isle, Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view ; A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, 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 176 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot...
Página 209 - If it be life to wear within myself This barrenness of spirit, and to be My own soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased To justify my deeds unto myself — The last infirmity of evil.
Página 230 - They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.