The works of ... lord Byron, Volumen 3 |
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... tis done : " Now form and follow me ! " - the spoil is won . Thus prompt his accents and his actions still , And all obey and few enquire his will ; 80 To such , brief answer and contemptuous eye Convey reproof Canto I. 13 THE CORSAIR .
... tis done : " Now form and follow me ! " - the spoil is won . Thus prompt his accents and his actions still , And all obey and few enquire his will ; 80 To such , brief answer and contemptuous eye Convey reproof Canto I. 13 THE CORSAIR .
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... accents bless ? " From where the battle roars - the billows chafe— " They doubtless boldly did — but who are safe ? " Here let them haste to gladden and surprize , " And kiss the doubt from these delighted eyes ! " - VI . " Where is our ...
... accents bless ? " From where the battle roars - the billows chafe— " They doubtless boldly did — but who are safe ? " Here let them haste to gladden and surprize , " And kiss the doubt from these delighted eyes ! " - VI . " Where is our ...
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... accents never heard too oft ; Through the high lattice far yet sweet they rung , And these the notes his bird of beauty sung : 66 1 . Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells , Lonely and lost to light for evermore , Save when to thine ...
... accents never heard too oft ; Through the high lattice far yet sweet they rung , And these the notes his bird of beauty sung : 66 1 . Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells , Lonely and lost to light for evermore , Save when to thine ...
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... accents hear : Grief for the dead not Virtue can reprove ; Then give me all I ever asked - a tear , The first - last ... accent to my bosom suit , Canto I. 31 THE CORSAIR .
... accents hear : Grief for the dead not Virtue can reprove ; Then give me all I ever asked - a tear , The first - last ... accent to my bosom suit , Canto I. 31 THE CORSAIR .
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) " Still must each accent to my bosom suit , 66 My heart unhushed - although my lips were mute ! “ Oh ! many a night on this lone couch reclined , 66 My dreaming fear with storms hath winged the wind ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) " Still must each accent to my bosom suit , 66 My heart unhushed - although my lips were mute ! “ Oh ! many a night on this lone couch reclined , 66 My dreaming fear with storms hath winged the wind ...
Términos y frases comunes
accents apostolic palace arms aught band bark beheld beneath betray Blackbourne blood bosom breast breath brow calm CANTO Carthage Cephisus chain cheek chief Conrad Corsair crime dare dark death deeds deemed deep Dervise despair dread dream Duke of Gandia earth Ezzelin fair falchion fate fear feel forget galleys gathered gaze Giaour glance grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven heroic couplet hope hour Kaled knew Lara Lara's less light limbs lone look lord loud Medora mingle mirth ne'er night numbers o'er once Orleans Otho Otho's Pacha Perchance pride reply rest sail scarce seemed Serf Seyd shore shun silent slave slumber smile snatch soothe sought soul spare spirit stern strife sunk tale tear thee Theseus thine thou thought turned twas twere voice waves Whate'er wild wonted words youth
Pasajes populares
Página 9 - 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 ! " These are our realms, no limits to their sway — 5 " Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
Página 81 - 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 20 - Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue ; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar hearL What is that spell, that thus his lawless train Confess and envy, yet oppose in vain?
Página 118 - Oh ! o'er the eye death most exerts his might, And hurls the spirit from her throne of light ! Sinks those blue orbs in that long last eclipse, But spares, as yet, the charm around her lips...
Página 138 - A high demeanour, and a glance that took Their thoughts from others by a single look ; And that sarcastic levity of tongue, The stinging of a heart the world hath stung...
Página 179 - Melt into morn, and Light awakes the world. Man has another day to swell the past, And lead him near to little, but his last ; But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth, The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth ; Flowers in the valley, splendour in the beam, Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream. Immortal man ! behold her glories shine, And cry, exulting inly,
Página 154 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped; But 'scaped in vain, for in...
Página 22 - 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 10 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
Página 137 - Left by his sire, too young such loss to know, Lord of himself; - that heritage of woe, That fearful empire which the human breast But holds to rob the heart within of rest!