The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The siege of Corinth. Parisina. PoemsJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... were pillowed on the waves ; The banners drooped along their staves , And , as they fell around them furling , Above them shone the crescent curling ; And that deep silence was unbroke , Save where the THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 15 %
... were pillowed on the waves ; The banners drooped along their staves , And , as they fell around them furling , Above them shone the crescent curling ; And that deep silence was unbroke , Save where the THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 15 %
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. And that deep silence was unbroke , Save where the watch his signal spoke , Save where the steed neighed oft and shrill , And echo answered from the hill , 215 And the wide hum of that wild host Rustled ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. And that deep silence was unbroke , Save where the watch his signal spoke , Save where the steed neighed oft and shrill , And echo answered from the hill , 215 And the wide hum of that wild host Rustled ...
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... Deep in the tide of their warm blood lying , Scorched with the death - thirst , and writhing in vain , Than the perishing dead who are past all pain . There is something of pride in the perilous hour , Whate'er be the shape in which ...
... Deep in the tide of their warm blood lying , Scorched with the death - thirst , and writhing in vain , Than the perishing dead who are past all pain . There is something of pride in the perilous hour , Whate'er be the shape in which ...
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... deep interminable pride . This first false passion of his breast 610 Rolled like a torrent o'er the rest . He sue for mercy ! He dismayed By wild words of a timid maid ! He , wronged by Venice , vow to save Her sons , devoted to the ...
... deep interminable pride . This first false passion of his breast 610 Rolled like a torrent o'er the rest . He sue for mercy ! He dismayed By wild words of a timid maid ! He , wronged by Venice , vow to save Her sons , devoted to the ...
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... deep hills through and through With an echo dread and new : You might have heard it , on that day , O'er Salamis and Megara ; ( We have heard the hearers say , ) 720 Even unto Piræus bay . XXV . From the point of encountering blades to ...
... deep hills through and through With an echo dread and new : You might have heard it , on that day , O'er Salamis and Megara ; ( We have heard the hearers say , ) 720 Even unto Piræus bay . XXV . From the point of encountering blades to ...
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aught avenged Azo's band beneath blood blow breast breath bride bright brow chief chill Christian cloud cold Corinth dared dark dead death deed deemed deep doom dream earth Este's faithless fame fate feel fell felt flash gaze glance Glory grave Greece grew hand hath heard heaven host hour Hugo immortally jackal light line 13 lips lone look LORD BYRON maid mightiest Minotti moon Morea Moslem Mussulman Napoli ne'er never Note numbered o'er orbs Parisina passed phalanx plain poem prayer pride RIGHT HONOURABLE rolled Romania rose sabre Salamis Save shame shed shine shone shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh sire slain smiled soul sound spirit star steed stone stood sunk sword tears tender thine thou thought thunder thy heart turban Turcoman Venice Vizier voice wall waves weep wild words Wormwood wound youth
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Página 144 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 183 - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning, as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
Página 137 - ... Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: — • Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met — In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Página 148 - Those thou never more may'st see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow. Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now...
Página 148 - Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now: But...
Página 146 - ... Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
Página 135 - WHEN we two parted . In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know...
Página 134 - Light be the turf of thy tomb ! May its verdure like emeralds be : There should not be the shadow of gloom In aught that reminds us of thee. Young flowers and an evergreen tree May spring from the spot of thy rest : But nor cypress nor yew let us see ; For why should we mourn for the blest ? WHEN WE TWO PARTED.
Página 136 - It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
Página 139 - Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness, Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt or ocean of excess : The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others...