Selected Poems of Lord ByronT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1893 - 279 páginas |
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... thy lip ; And long ere now , with foaming shock , Impell'd thy gallant ship . Now thou art safe ; nay , long ere now Hast trod the shore of Spain ; ' T were hard if aught so fair as thou Should linger on the main . And since I now remember ...
... thy lip ; And long ere now , with foaming shock , Impell'd thy gallant ship . Now thou art safe ; nay , long ere now Hast trod the shore of Spain ; ' T were hard if aught so fair as thou Should linger on the main . And since I now remember ...
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... Hast fled , and left me lonely here ; Thou ' rt nothing , all are nothing now . In vain my lyre would lightly ... thy pensive eye : And oft I thought at Cynthia's noon , When sailing o'er the Ægean wave , " Now Thyrza gazes on that moon ...
... Hast fled , and left me lonely here ; Thou ' rt nothing , all are nothing now . In vain my lyre would lightly ... thy pensive eye : And oft I thought at Cynthia's noon , When sailing o'er the Ægean wave , " Now Thyrza gazes on that moon ...
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... thy days from anguish free , And know , whatever thou hast been , ' T is something better not to be . AND THOU ART DEAD . " Heu , quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse ! " AND thou art dead , as young and fair As ...
... thy days from anguish free , And know , whatever thou hast been , ' T is something better not to be . AND THOU ART DEAD . " Heu , quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse ! " AND thou art dead , as young and fair As ...
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... thy bed ; To gaze , how fondly ! on thy face , To fold thee in a faint embrace , Uphold thy drooping head ; And show that love , however vain , Nor thou nor I can feel again . Yet how much less it were to gain , Though thou hast left me ...
... thy bed ; To gaze , how fondly ! on thy face , To fold thee in a faint embrace , Uphold thy drooping head ; And show that love , however vain , Nor thou nor I can feel again . Yet how much less it were to gain , Though thou hast left me ...
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... thy thrift , Which never loses though it doth defer – Time , the avenger ! unto thee I lift My hands , and eyes , and heart , and crave of thee a gift : Amidst this wreck , where thou hast made a shrine And temple more divinely desolate , ...
... thy thrift , Which never loses though it doth defer – Time , the avenger ! unto thee I lift My hands , and eyes , and heart , and crave of thee a gift : Amidst this wreck , where thou hast made a shrine And temple more divinely desolate , ...
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Selected Poems of Lord Byron George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Nathan Haskell Dole Vista completa - 1893 |
Términos y frases comunes
Adah Arqua art thou Astarte beautiful behold beneath blood blue breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow Byron Cain Canto CHAMOIS cheek CHILDE HAROLD clouds cold dare dark dead death deep DON JUAN dost dread earth eyes Farewell fear feel foam gaze gentle Giaour glory Goethe grave hand hath heard heart heaven heaving hour immortal isle jelicks Lady land light limbs live lone look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lucifer MANFRED mortal mountains Murray ne'er never night o'er once PARISINA poet poetry PRISONER OF CHILLON roll'd rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh slave smile soul spirit Stanzas star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought throne tomb turn'd Venice voice wall waters wave weep wild wind Witch Wordsworth youth
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Página 92 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Página 82 - Greece — but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start — for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away! Spark of that flame — perchance of heavenly birth — Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth!
Página 67 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet : Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Página 94 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Página 32 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! ADA ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Página lvii - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Página 256 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head- and there is London Town!
Página 102 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.
Página 125 - Lone — as a solitary cloud, A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Página 96 - Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed: — Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters, — war within themselves to wage.