The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Volumen 9J. Murray, 1833 - 360 páginas |
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... feel can ne'er be true : For by the death - blow of my Hope My Memory immortal grew . Athens , January , 1811. ( 2 ) ( 1 ) [ These lines are copied from a leaf of the original MS . of the second canto of " Childe Harold . " — E. ] ( 2 ) ...
... feel can ne'er be true : For by the death - blow of my Hope My Memory immortal grew . Athens , January , 1811. ( 2 ) ( 1 ) [ These lines are copied from a leaf of the original MS . of the second canto of " Childe Harold . " — E. ] ( 2 ) ...
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... feeling , and expressing , the blight which his heart had suffered from a real object of affection , that his poems on the death of an imaginary one were written ; — nor is it any wonder , when we consider the peculiar circum- stances ...
... feeling , and expressing , the blight which his heart had suffered from a real object of affection , that his poems on the death of an imaginary one were written ; — nor is it any wonder , when we consider the peculiar circum- stances ...
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... feels , it sickens with the chill . Thou bitter pledge ! thou mournful token ! Though painful , welcome to my breast ! Still , still , preserve that love unbroken , Or break the heart to which thou ' rt press'd ! Time tempers love , but ...
... feels , it sickens with the chill . Thou bitter pledge ! thou mournful token ! Though painful , welcome to my breast ! Still , still , preserve that love unbroken , Or break the heart to which thou ' rt press'd ! Time tempers love , but ...
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... feel , or feign , decorous woe . But silent let me sink to earth , With no officious mourners near : I would not mar one hour of mirth , Nor startle friendship with a fear . Yet Love , if Love in such an hour Could nobly check its ...
... feel , or feign , decorous woe . But silent let me sink to earth , With no officious mourners near : I would not mar one hour of mirth , Nor startle friendship with a fear . Yet Love , if Love in such an hour Could nobly check its ...
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... 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 C 4 OCCASIONAL PIECES . 23 4.
... 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 C 4 OCCASIONAL PIECES . 23 4.
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Página 207 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Página viii - 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...
Página 152 - 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...
Página 208 - Wax faint o'er the gardens of gul in her bloom, Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute , Where the tints of the earth , and the hues of the sky , In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 309 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 164 - Tis left to fly or fall alone. With wounded wing, or bleeding breast, Ah! where shall either victim rest? Can this with faded pinion soar From rose to tulip as before? Or Beauty, blighted in an hour , Find joy within her broken bower?
Página 272 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!
Página 263 - 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 23 - Shall never more be thine. The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need I to repine That all those charms have pass'd away ; I might have watch'd through long decay.
Página 179 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.