The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volumen9 |
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... weeps not , now , And but for that chill , changeless brow , Where cold Obstruction's apathy ( 1 ) Appals the gazing mourner's heart , As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads , yet dwells upon ; Yes , but for these and these ...
... weeps not , now , And but for that chill , changeless brow , Where cold Obstruction's apathy ( 1 ) Appals the gazing mourner's heart , As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads , yet dwells upon ; Yes , but for these and these ...
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appear arms Athens bear beauty beneath better blood breast dare dark dead dear death deeds doubt earth face fair fall fate fear feel fire foes friends gaze give glance Greek hand hate hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour land late least leave less light lines live lonely look Lord Byron meet mind nature ne'er never night o'er once original pain pass perhaps Persian poem poet present rest round scarce scene seek seen shore slave smile song soul sound tale tears tell thee thine thing thou thought till true turn voice Waltz wave wild wish write written young εἰς καὶ νὰ τὴν τὸ τὸν τῶν
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Página 206 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 262 - Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber...
Página 177 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Página 163 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Página 270 - 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 withering fled — and Mercy sigh'd farewell...
Página 97 - We know what we are, but we know not what we may be...
Página 213 - Such was Zuleika — such around her shone The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone ; The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, And, oh ! that eye was in itself a Soul...
Página 307 - 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.