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Here in the sultriest season let him Fresh is the green beneath those aged to
Ambracia ' s gulph behold , where once was lost Here winds of gentlest wing will
fan A world for woman , lovely , harmless thing ! In yonder rippling bay , their
naval ...
Here in the sultriest season let him Fresh is the green beneath those aged to
Ambracia ' s gulph behold , where once was lost Here winds of gentlest wing will
fan A world for woman , lovely , harmless thing ! In yonder rippling bay , their
naval ...
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And she would sit beneath the very tree Herself would question , and for him
Where lay his drooping head upon her knee ; Then rising , start , and beckon him
to And in that posture where she saw him fall , From some imagined spectre in ...
And she would sit beneath the very tree Herself would question , and for him
Where lay his drooping head upon her knee ; Then rising , start , and beckon him
to And in that posture where she saw him fall , From some imagined spectre in ...
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The musket swung behind his shoulders , CAN TO IIL broad And somewhat
stoop ' d by his marine abode , The fight was o ' er ; the flashing through But
brawny as the boar ' s ; and , hung beneath , His cutlass droop ' d , unconscious
of a ...
The musket swung behind his shoulders , CAN TO IIL broad And somewhat
stoop ' d by his marine abode , The fight was o ' er ; the flashing through But
brawny as the boar ' s ; and , hung beneath , His cutlass droop ' d , unconscious
of a ...
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Is goodly , his mien manly , and his air And you , ye crags , upon whose extreme
edge Proud as a free - born peasant ' s , at this I stand , and on the torrent ' s brink
beneath distance .Behold the tall pines dwindled as to shrubs I will approach ...
Is goodly , his mien manly , and his air And you , ye crags , upon whose extreme
edge Proud as a free - born peasant ' s , at this I stand , and on the torrent ' s brink
beneath distance .Behold the tall pines dwindled as to shrubs I will approach ...
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hate the touch of servile handsLINES I hate the slaves that cringe around : lace
me along the rocks I love , | WBITTEN BENEATH AN ELM IN TIB QIUBCHWhich
sound to ocean ' s wildest roar , YARD OF HARROW ON TIB UILL . ask but this ...
hate the touch of servile handsLINES I hate the slaves that cringe around : lace
me along the rocks I love , | WBITTEN BENEATH AN ELM IN TIB QIUBCHWhich
sound to ocean ' s wildest roar , YARD OF HARROW ON TIB UILL . ask but this ...
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Página 62 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled ; The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress ; (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Página 56 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Página 62 - 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 alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Página 135 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Página 135 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came...
Página 20 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely, been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 49 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.
Página 576 - TITAN ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise ; What was thy pity's recompense ? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
Página 584 - 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 171 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, "Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart; Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The works of lord Byron |
| Autor | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Editor | Bernh. Tauchnitz., 1826 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 10 Abr 2006 |
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