The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Original Editions, with Life, Explanatory Notes, &cFrederick Warne and Company, 1891 - 720 páginas |
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... breath , Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of death ! Could tears retard the tyrant in his course ; Could sighs avert his dart's relentless force ; Could youth and virtue claim a short delay , Or beauty charm the spectre from his ...
... breath , Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of death ! Could tears retard the tyrant in his course ; Could sighs avert his dart's relentless force ; Could youth and virtue claim a short delay , Or beauty charm the spectre from his ...
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... breath heaves short , My limbs deny their slight support , Cold dews my pallid face o'erspread , With deadly languor droops my head , My ears with tingling echoes ring , And life itself is on the wing ; My eyes refuse the cheering light ...
... breath heaves short , My limbs deny their slight support , Cold dews my pallid face o'erspread , With deadly languor droops my head , My ears with tingling echoes ring , And life itself is on the wing ; My eyes refuse the cheering light ...
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... breath may raise , View ducal errors with indulgent eyes , And wink at faults they tremble to chastise . When youthful parasites , who bend the knee To wealth , their golden idol , not to thee- And even in simple boyhood's opening dawn ...
... breath may raise , View ducal errors with indulgent eyes , And wink at faults they tremble to chastise . When youthful parasites , who bend the knee To wealth , their golden idol , not to thee- And even in simple boyhood's opening dawn ...
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... breath ! Nor quit my silent humble bower ; A doom to me far worse than death . Have I not heard the exile's sigh , And seen the exile's silent tear , Through distant climes condemn'd to fly , A pensive weary wanderer here ? Ah ! hapless ...
... breath ! Nor quit my silent humble bower ; A doom to me far worse than death . Have I not heard the exile's sigh , And seen the exile's silent tear , Through distant climes condemn'd to fly , A pensive weary wanderer here ? Ah ! hapless ...
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... breathe this parting prayer , The dictate of my bosom's care : ' May Heaven so guard my lovely quaker , That anguish ... breath : These feelings wide , let sense and truth unclue , We give the palm where Justice points its due . ' TO ...
... breathe this parting prayer , The dictate of my bosom's care : ' May Heaven so guard my lovely quaker , That anguish ... breath : These feelings wide , let sense and truth unclue , We give the palm where Justice points its due . ' TO ...
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Adah adieu Aholibamah Anah art thou aught bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cain Calmar dare dark dead dear death deeds deep Doge dread dream earth fair fame fate father fear feel gaze Giaour glory grave Greece hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Iden king Lady leave less Lioni live look look'd lord Lord Byron Lucifer lyre Marino Faliero Morgante mortal Myrrha ne'er never night nought o'er once PANIA pass'd SARDANAPALUS satraps scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile song soul spirit Stral sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd Twas twill Venice voice wave weep wild words wouldst young youth
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Página 209 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Página 77 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 205 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Página 81 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the...
Página 210 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 286 - A sunbeam which hath lost its way, And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left; Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp: And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain...
Página 576 - But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon...
Página 186 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 209 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: — there let him lay.
Página 576 - 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? You have the letters Cadmus gave — Think ye he meant them for a slave? Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! We will not think of themes like these! It made Anacreon's song divine: He served — but served Polycrates — A tyrant; but our masters then Were still, at least, our countrymen. The tyrant of the Chersonese Was freedom's best and bravest friend; That tyrant...