The works of lord ByronBernh. Tauchnitz., 1826 |
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... soul : Again he rouses from his moping fits , But seeks not now the harlot and the bowl Onward he flies , nor fix'd as yet the goal Where he shall rest him on his pilgrimag And o'er him many changing scenes in roll Ere toil his thirst ...
... soul : Again he rouses from his moping fits , But seeks not now the harlot and the bowl Onward he flies , nor fix'd as yet the goal Where he shall rest him on his pilgrimag And o'er him many changing scenes in roll Ere toil his thirst ...
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... soul enjoy'd , And with the ills of Eld mine earlier years alloy'd . CANTO III . " Afin que cette application vous forçat de pen- ser à autre chose ; il n'y a en vérité de remède que celui - là et le temps . " Lettre du Roi de Prusse à ...
... soul enjoy'd , And with the ills of Eld mine earlier years alloy'd . CANTO III . " Afin que cette application vous forçat de pen- ser à autre chose ; il n'y a en vérité de remède que celui - là et le temps . " Lettre du Roi de Prusse à ...
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... soul and aspect as in age : years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb ; And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim . And caught its tone with Death's proph ear : near. tends , His had been quaff'd too quickly , and ...
... soul and aspect as in age : years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb ; And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim . And caught its tone with Death's proph ear : near. tends , His had been quaff'd too quickly , and ...
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... soul which will not dy In its own narrow being , but aspire That thou art nothing , save the jest of Fame , Who woo'd thee once , thy vassal , and became The flatterer of thy fierceness , till thou | Beyond the fitting medium of desire ...
... soul which will not dy In its own narrow being , but aspire That thou art nothing , save the jest of Fame , Who woo'd thee once , thy vassal , and became The flatterer of thy fierceness , till thou | Beyond the fitting medium of desire ...
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... soul to mine even here , When thou behold'st them drooping nigh , And know'st them gather'd by the Rhine , And offer'd from my heart to thine ! The river nobly foams and flows , The charm of this enchanted ground , And all its thousand ...
... soul to mine even here , When thou behold'st them drooping nigh , And know'st them gather'd by the Rhine , And offer'd from my heart to thine ! The river nobly foams and flows , The charm of this enchanted ground , And all its thousand ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adah Aholibamah Anah Arbaces Arnold art thou aught Barb bear beauty behold Beleses beneath Bert blood bosom breast breath brow Cæsar Cain call'd dare dark dead death deep Doge doth dread e'er earth eyes fair fame father fear feel Foscari Gabor gaze Giaour glory grave hand hate hath heard heart heaven honour hope hour Idenst Japhet Josephine Juan king knew lady leave less Lioni live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lored Lucifer Manf Marina mortal Myrrha ne'er never night nought o'er once Pania pass'd passion Sard Sardanapalus satraps scarce seem'd shore Siegend Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit Stralenh stranger Suwarrow sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd twas twill Ulric unto voice wave Werner whate'er wild words young youth
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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.