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... dead ! Expende -quot libras in duce summo invenies ? ' I knew they were light in the balance of mortality ; but I thought their living dust weighed more carats . Alas ! this imperial diamond hath a flaw in it , and is now hardly fit to ...
... dead ! Expende -quot libras in duce summo invenies ? ' I knew they were light in the balance of mortality ; but I thought their living dust weighed more carats . Alas ! this imperial diamond hath a flaw in it , and is now hardly fit to ...
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... dead , That still beside his open'd volume lay , As if to startle all save him away ? Why slept he not when others were at rest ? Why heard no music , and received no guest ? All was not well , they deem'd — but where the wrong ? Some ...
... dead , That still beside his open'd volume lay , As if to startle all save him away ? Why slept he not when others were at rest ? Why heard no music , and received no guest ? All was not well , they deem'd — but where the wrong ? Some ...
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... dead . VIII . Within that land was many a malcontent , Who cursed the tyranny to which he bent ; That soil full many a wringing despot saw , Who work'd his wantonness in form of law ; Long war without and frequent broil within Had made ...
... dead . VIII . Within that land was many a malcontent , Who cursed the tyranny to which he bent ; That soil full many a wringing despot saw , Who work'd his wantonness in form of law ; Long war without and frequent broil within Had made ...
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... dead . XI . Fresh with the nerve the new - born impulse strung , The first success to Lara's numbers clung : But that vain victory hath ruin'd all ; They form no longer to their leader's call : In blind confusion on the foe they press ...
... dead . XI . Fresh with the nerve the new - born impulse strung , The first success to Lara's numbers clung : But that vain victory hath ruin'd all ; They form no longer to their leader's call : In blind confusion on the foe they press ...
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... dead , The cloven cuirass , and the helmless head ; The war - horse masterless is on the earth , And that last gasp hath burst his bloody girth ; And near , yet quivering with what life remain'd , The heel that urged him and the hand ...
... dead , The cloven cuirass , and the helmless head ; The war - horse masterless is on the earth , And that last gasp hath burst his bloody girth ; And near , yet quivering with what life remain'd , The heel that urged him and the hand ...
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Alhama apostolic palace beautiful behold beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath bright brow Château de Chillon Chillon cold Corinth dared dark dead death deep dream dungeon earth Ezzelin fame fate fear feel fell fix'd gazed Giaour GIFFORD glance glory grave grew guilt hand hast hath heard heart heaven hour King knew Lara Lara's less light living look look'd Lord Byron Madame de Staël Mariamne mind mingled MONODY Moore mortal ne'er never night numbers o'er once Parisina pass'd poem poetry R. B. SHERIDAN rest roll'd says scarce seem'd Sheridan shore Siege of Corinth sigh SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile sorrow soul spirit STANZAS steed stood strife tears tender thee thine thing thou art thought turn'd twas voice wall waves weep Whate'er wild wither'd words wound youth
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Página vii - They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Página 241 - As then to me he seem'd to fly, And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled — and would fain I had not left my recent chain ; And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load ; It was as is a new-dug grave, Closing o'er one we sought to save, And yet my glance, too much opprest, Had almost need of such a rest.
Página 75 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 313 - Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won. Were't the last drop in the well, As I gasp'd upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell, 'Tis to thee that I would drink. With that water, as this wine, The libation I would pour Should be — peace with thine and mine, And a health to thee, Tom Moore.
Página 315 - So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
Página 236 - The last — the sole — the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Página 127 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, 50 Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Página 228 - PRISONER OF CHILLON. MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Página 232 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave, Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay; We heard it ripple night and day; Sounding o'er our heads it knocked.
Página 186 - FARE thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well : Even though unforgiving, never '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 ! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'T was not well to spurn it so.