The poetical works of lord Byron, Volumen 3 |
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... light of this flaming meteor . While the Tales of Scott had lost the freshness of novelty , and his later performances had not kept to the pitch of his earlier pieces , Lord Byron was displaying the first- fruits of a genius that in ...
... light of this flaming meteor . While the Tales of Scott had lost the freshness of novelty , and his later performances had not kept to the pitch of his earlier pieces , Lord Byron was displaying the first- fruits of a genius that in ...
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... light caïque , He shuns the near but doubtful creek : Though worn and weary with his toil , And cumber'd with his scaly spoil , Slowly , yet strongly , plies the oar , Till Port Leone's safer shore Receives him by the lovely light That ...
... light caïque , He shuns the near but doubtful creek : Though worn and weary with his toil , And cumber'd with his scaly spoil , Slowly , yet strongly , plies the oar , Till Port Leone's safer shore Receives him by the lovely light That ...
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... light , And hear its melody by night . 2 The blast of the desert , fatal to everything living , and often alluded to in Eastern poetry . [ When the wind blows over the burning desert it gets heated in its passage , and carries with it ...
... light , And hear its melody by night . 2 The blast of the desert , fatal to everything living , and often alluded to in Eastern poetry . [ When the wind blows over the burning desert it gets heated in its passage , and carries with it ...
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... light , The Giaour upon his jet - black steed Was seen , but seen alone to speed With bloody spur along the shore , Nor maid nor page behind him bore . Her eye's dark charm ' twere vain to tell , But gaze on that of the Gazelle , It ...
... light , The Giaour upon his jet - black steed Was seen , but seen alone to speed With bloody spur along the shore , Nor maid nor page behind him bore . Her eye's dark charm ' twere vain to tell , But gaze on that of the Gazelle , It ...
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... , the mountain rears a peak , Where vultures whet the thirsty beak , And theirs may be a feast to - night , Shall tempt them down ere morrow's light ; Beneath , a river's wintry stream Has shrunk before the 24 THE GIAOUR .
... , the mountain rears a peak , Where vultures whet the thirsty beak , And theirs may be a feast to - night , Shall tempt them down ere morrow's light ; Beneath , a river's wintry stream Has shrunk before the 24 THE GIAOUR .
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Términos y frases comunes
accents Amaun arms aught band beauty beneath Beppo blood bosom breast breath bride Bride of Abydos brow cheek Conrad Corsair courser dare dark dead death deeds deep despair doom dread dream earth fate fear feel fell fix'd foes gazed Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven hope hour Houris knew Koran land Lara Lara's light limbs lips living lonely look look'd Lord Byron Mazeppa Mussulman ne'er never night nought numbers o'er once Pacha pale Parisina pass'd perchance poem pride rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim she-the shore Siege of Corinth sigh silent slave smile soothe soul sound spirit stamp'd steed stern strife tale tears tell thee thine thou thought Timariot Turkish turn'd Twas voice wave Whate'er wild wind words wound youth Zuleika
Pasajes populares
Página 272 - Till I have done with this new day, Which now is painful to these eyes, Which have not seen the sun so rise For years— I cannot count them o'er, I lost their long and heavy score When my last brother droop'd and died. And I lay living by his side. They chain'd us each to a column stone.
Página 11 - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die ! 'Twere long to tell, and sad to trace, Each step from splendour to disgrace...
Página 277 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright...
Página 101 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Página 10 - Such is the aspect of this shore; >Tis 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 t Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth...
Página 271 - PRISONER OF CHILLON. MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Página 279 - But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird ! I could not wish for thine ! Or if it were, in winged guise, A visitant from Paradise ; For — Heaven forgive that thought ! —the while Which made me both to weep and smile, I sometimes deem'd that it might be My brother's soul come down to me ; But then at last away it flew, And then 'twas mortal — well I knew, For he would never thus have flown, And- left me twice so doubly lone...
Página 220 - Fashion'd by long forgotten hands; Two or three columns, and many a stone, Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown ! Out upon Time! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before ! Out upon Time! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve...
Página 136 - Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
Página 277 - Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray ; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise.