The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The corsair. LaraJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... behold our home ! " These are our realms , no limits to their sway- " Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey . " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range " From toil to rest , and joy in every change . " Oh , who can tell ? not thou ,
... behold our home ! " These are our realms , no limits to their sway- " Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey . " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range " From toil to rest , and joy in every change . " Oh , who can tell ? not thou ,
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... rest that soothes his lot ! Mark - how that lone and blighted bosom sears The scathing thought of execrated years ! Behold - but who hath seen , or e'er shall see , Man as himself —- the secret spirit free ? 250 XI . Yet was not Conrad ...
... rest that soothes his lot ! Mark - how that lone and blighted bosom sears The scathing thought of execrated years ! Behold - but who hath seen , or e'er shall see , Man as himself —- the secret spirit free ? 250 XI . Yet was not Conrad ...
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... rest no better than the thing he seemed ; And scorned the best as hypocrites who hid Those deeds the bolder spirit plainly did . 270 He knew himself detested , but he knew The hearts that loathed him , crouched and dreaded too . Lone ...
... rest no better than the thing he seemed ; And scorned the best as hypocrites who hid Those deeds the bolder spirit plainly did . 270 He knew himself detested , but he knew The hearts that loathed him , crouched and dreaded too . Lone ...
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... rest before they toil anew ; " My love ! thou mock'st my weakness ; and would'st steel " My breast before the time when it must feel ; " But trifle now no more with my distress , " Such mirth hath less of play than bitterness . 420 " Be ...
... rest before they toil anew ; " My love ! thou mock'st my weakness ; and would'st steel " My breast before the time when it must feel ; " But trifle now no more with my distress , " Such mirth hath less of play than bitterness . 420 " Be ...
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... rest - but on Destruction's brink : Yet once almost he stopped - and nearly gave His fate to chance , his projects to the wave ; But no - it must not be - a worthy chief May melt , but not betray to woman's grief . He sees his bark , he ...
... rest - but on Destruction's brink : Yet once almost he stopped - and nearly gave His fate to chance , his projects to the wave ; But no - it must not be - a worthy chief May melt , but not betray to woman's grief . He sees his bark , he ...
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Página 9 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
Página 83 - 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!
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...
Página 181 - Melt into morn, and Light awakes the world. Man has another day to swell the past, And lead him near to little, but his last ; But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth, The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth ; Flowers in the valley, splendour in the beam, Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream. Immortal man ! behold her glories shine, And cry, exulting inly,
Página 160 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped; But 'scaped in vain, for in...
Página 10 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
Página 22 - There breathe but few whose aspect might defy The full encounter of his searching eye; He had the skill, when Cunning's gaze would seek To probe his heart and watch his changing cheek At once the observer's purpose to espy, And on himself roll back his scrutiny, Lest he to Conrad rather should betray Some secret thought, than drag that chief's to day.
Página 14 - She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Página 30 - 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 11 - Let him who crawls enamoured of decay Cling to his couch, and sicken years away ; Heave his thick breath, and shake his palsied head ; Ours — the fresh turf, and not the feverish bed.