Selected Poems of Lord ByronT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1893 - 279 páginas |
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... bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider . Welcome to the roar ! Swift be their guidance , wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed , And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale , Still must I on ...
... bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider . Welcome to the roar ! Swift be their guidance , wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed , And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale , Still must I on ...
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... bound us , Then turn thee and call on the Chief of thy choice ! LAMENT OF TASSO . LONG years ! It tries the thrilling frame to bear And eagle - spirit of a Child of Song — Long years of outrage , calumny , and wrong ; Imputed madness ...
... bound us , Then turn thee and call on the Chief of thy choice ! LAMENT OF TASSO . LONG years ! It tries the thrilling frame to bear And eagle - spirit of a Child of Song — Long years of outrage , calumny , and wrong ; Imputed madness ...
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... bound ; Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear , Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! WATERLOO . ( CHILDE HAROLD , Canto iii ...
... bound ; Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear , Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! WATERLOO . ( CHILDE HAROLD , Canto iii ...
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... bound , And rush'd to him : I found him not , I only stirr'd in this black spot , I only lived - I only drew The accursed breath of dungeon - dew ; The last the sole - the dearest link --- Between me and the eternal brink , Which bound ...
... bound , And rush'd to him : I found him not , I only stirr'd in this black spot , I only lived - I only drew The accursed breath of dungeon - dew ; The last the sole - the dearest link --- Between me and the eternal brink , Which bound ...
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... bound me on , that menial throng , Upon his back with many a thong ; Then loosed him with a sudden lash Away ! -away ! and on we dash ! Torrents less rapid and less rash . Away ! -away ! ― My breath was gone I saw not where he hurried ...
... bound me on , that menial throng , Upon his back with many a thong ; Then loosed him with a sudden lash Away ! -away ! and on we dash ! Torrents less rapid and less rash . Away ! -away ! ― My breath was gone I saw not where he hurried ...
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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.