The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The siege of Corinth. Parisina. PoemsJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... fame He earned beneath a Moslem name ; Since he , their mightiest chief , had been In youth a bitter Nazarene . They did not know how pride can stoop , When baffled feelings withering droop ; 275 They did not know how hate can burn In ...
... fame He earned beneath a Moslem name ; Since he , their mightiest chief , had been In youth a bitter Nazarene . They did not know how pride can stoop , When baffled feelings withering droop ; 275 They did not know how hate can burn In ...
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... through this night , as on he wandered , And o'er the past and present pondered , 340 345 And thought upon the glorious dead Who there in better cause had bled , 350 He felt how faint and feebly dim The fame that 24 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
... through this night , as on he wandered , And o'er the past and present pondered , 340 345 And thought upon the glorious dead Who there in better cause had bled , 350 He felt how faint and feebly dim The fame that 24 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
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... of their name ; The woods were peopled with their fame ; The silent pillar , lone and gray , Claimed kindred with their sacred clay ; 365 Their spirits wrapt the dusky mountain , Their memory sparkled THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 25.
... of their name ; The woods were peopled with their fame ; The silent pillar , lone and gray , Claimed kindred with their sacred clay ; 365 Their spirits wrapt the dusky mountain , Their memory sparkled THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 25.
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... fame for ever . 370 Despite of every yoke she bears , That land is glory's still and theirs ! ' Tis still a watch - word to the earth : When man would do a deed of worth He points to Greece , and turns to tread , So sanctioned , on the ...
... fame for ever . 370 Despite of every yoke she bears , That land is glory's still and theirs ! ' Tis still a watch - word to the earth : When man would do a deed of worth He points to Greece , and turns to tread , So sanctioned , on the ...
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... Fame is there to say who bleeds , And Honour's eye on daring deeds ! But when all is past , it is humbling to tread O'er the weltering field of the tombless dead , And see worms of the earth , and fowls of the air , Beasts of the forest ...
... Fame is there to say who bleeds , And Honour's eye on daring deeds ! But when all is past , it is humbling to tread O'er the weltering field of the tombless dead , And see worms of the earth , and fowls of the air , Beasts of the forest ...
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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...