The works of ... lord Byron, Volumen3 |
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... betray 221 Some secret thought , than drag that chief's to day . There was a laughing Devil in his sneer , That raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell , Hope 22 Canto I. THE CORSAIR .
... betray 221 Some secret thought , than drag that chief's to day . There was a laughing Devil in his sneer , That raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell , Hope 22 Canto I. THE CORSAIR .
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... Betray no further than the bitter smile ; The lip's least curl , the lightest paleness thrown Along the governed aspect , speak alone Of deeper passions ; and to judge their mien , He , who would see , must be himself unseen . Then ...
... Betray no further than the bitter smile ; The lip's least curl , the lightest paleness thrown Along the governed aspect , speak alone Of deeper passions ; and to judge their mien , He , who would see , must be himself unseen . Then ...
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... betrayed him still ; 260 Nor deemed that gifts bestowed on better men Had left him joy , and means to give again . Feared - shunned - belied — ere youth had lost her force , He hated man too much to feel remorse , And thought the voice ...
... betrayed him still ; 260 Nor deemed that gifts bestowed on better men Had left him joy , and means to give again . Feared - shunned - belied — ere youth had lost her force , He hated man too much to feel remorse , And thought the voice ...
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... " In Conrad's absence wouldst thou have it glad ? " Without thine ear to listen to my lay , " Still must my song my thoughts , my soul betray : 369 . " Still must each accent to my bosom suit , Canto I. 31 THE CORSAIR ,
... " In Conrad's absence wouldst thou have it glad ? " Without thine ear to listen to my lay , " Still must my song my thoughts , my soul betray : 369 . " Still must each accent to my bosom suit , Canto I. 31 THE CORSAIR ,
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... betray to woman's grief . He sees his bark , he notes how fair the wind , And sternly gathers all his might of mind : Again he hurries on - and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears , 520 The busy sounds , the bustle of ...
... betray to woman's grief . He sees his bark , he notes how fair the wind , And sternly gathers all his might of mind : Again he hurries on - and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears , 520 The busy sounds , the bustle of ...
Términos y frases comunes
accents answer apostolic palace arms aught band bark beheld beneath betray blood bosom breast breath brow calm CANTO Carthage Cephisus chain cheek chief Conrad Corsair crime dare dark death deeds deemed deep Dervise dread dream Duke of Gandia earth Ezzelin fair falchion fate fear feel forget friends galleys gaze Giaour glance grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven heroic couplet hope hour Kaled knew knighthood Lara Lara's less light limbs lone look lord loud Medora mingle ne'er night numbers o'er once Orleans Otho Otho's Pacha passed passion Perchance pride replied rest sail scarce seemed Serf Seyd shore shun silent slave slumber smile snatch soothe sought soul spare spirit stern strife sunk tale tear thee Theseus thine thou thought turned twas twere voice waves Whate'er wild wonted words
Pasajes populares
Página 20 - That man of loneliness and mystery, Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart. What is that spell, that thus his lawless train
Página 84 - latest day! Not yet—not yet—Sol pauses on the hill— The precious hour of parting lingers still; But sad his light to agonizing eyes, And dark the mountain's once delightful dyes : Gloom o'er the lovely land he seemed to pour, The land, where Phoebus never frowned before, But ere he sunk below
Página 145 - A high demeanour, and a glance that took Their thoughts from others by a single look; And that sarcastic levity of tongue, The stinging of a heart the world hath stung, That darts in seeming playfulness around, And makes those feel that will not own the wound; All these
Página 120 - That death with gentler aspect withered there; And the cold flowers 16 her colder hand contained, In that last grasp as tenderly were strained As if she scarcely felt, but feigned a sleep, And made it almost mockery yet to weep: The long dark lashes fringed her lids of snow, And veiled—thought shrinks from all that lurked below—
Página 192 - Some factious phrase by cunning caught and spread, That guilt may reign, and wolves and worms be fed! IX. Throughout that clime the feudal chiefs had gained Such sway, their infant monarch hardly reigned; Now was the hour for faction's rebel growth, The Serfs contemned the one, and hated both : They waited but
Página 13 - untasted too; 70 Earth's coarsest bread, the garden's homeliest roots, And scarce the summer luxury of fruits, His short repast in humbleness supply With all a hermit's board would scarce deny. But while he shuns the grosser joys of sense, His mind seems nourished by that abstinence. " Steer to that shore!"—they sail.
Página 208 - Nor seemed to know his life but then began, That life of Immortality, secure To none, save them whose faith in Christ is sure. XX. But gasping heaved the breath that Lara drew, And dull the film along his dim eye grew; His limbs stretched fluttering, and his head drooped o'er The weak yet still untiring knee that
Página 30 - Save when to thine my heart responsive swells, Then trembles into silence as before. 2. " There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp Burns the slow flame, eternal—but unseen ; Which not the darkness of despair can damp, Though vain its ray as it had never been.
Página 51 - From Scalanova's port to Scio's isle, " The Saick was bound; but Alia did not smile " Upon our course—the Moslem merchant's gains " The Rovers won: our limbs have worn their chains. " I had no death to fear, nor wealth to boast, " Beyond the wandering freedom which I lost; " At length a fisher's humble boat by night
Página 66 - Oh! water—water!"—smiling Hate denies The victim's prayer—for if he drinks—he dies. This was his doom:—the Leech, the guard were gone, And left proud Conrad fettered and alone. X. 'Twere vain to paint to what his feelings grew— It even were doubtful if their victim knew. There is a war, a chaos of the mind, When all its elements convulsed—combined—