The works of lord ByronBernh. Tauchnitz., 1826 |
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... give it utterance ; and , above all , the exquisitely affecting sketches of the clay - cold form of that Greece which was animated by the soul and warmed by the life - blood of free- dom , while man and while liberty were yet fresh and ...
... give it utterance ; and , above all , the exquisitely affecting sketches of the clay - cold form of that Greece which was animated by the soul and warmed by the life - blood of free- dom , while man and while liberty were yet fresh and ...
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... give or to on that subject , are now a matter of in- receive flattery ; yet the praises of sincerity difference ; the work is to depend on itself , have ever been permitted to the voice of and not on the writer ; and the author , who ...
... give or to on that subject , are now a matter of in- receive flattery ; yet the praises of sincerity difference ; the work is to depend on itself , have ever been permitted to the voice of and not on the writer ; and the author , who ...
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... give , I gave , Twas some relief , our foe a grave . His death sits lightly ; but her fate Has made me -- what thou well may'st hate . His doom was seal'd -- he knew it well , Warn'd by the voice of stern Taheer , Deep in whose darkly ...
... give , I gave , Twas some relief , our foe a grave . His death sits lightly ; but her fate Has made me -- what thou well may'st hate . His doom was seal'd -- he knew it well , Warn'd by the voice of stern Taheer , Deep in whose darkly ...
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... give him thank Our Sultan hath a shorter way Such costly triumph to repay . Hath warn'd the troops to food and sleep But , mark me , when the twilight - drum Unto thy cell will Selim come : Then softly from the Haram creep Where we may ...
... give him thank Our Sultan hath a shorter way Such costly triumph to repay . Hath warn'd the troops to food and sleep But , mark me , when the twilight - drum Unto thy cell will Selim come : Then softly from the Haram creep Where we may ...
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... give him whatever " alias " they please . If , however , it were worth while to re- move the impression , it might be of some service to me , that the man who is alike the delight of his readers and his friends , the poet of all circles ...
... give him whatever " alias " they please . If , however , it were worth while to re- move the impression , it might be of some service to me , that the man who is alike the delight of his readers and his friends , the poet of all circles ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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.