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Shall be left upon the morn : But thee will I bear to a lovely spot , Where our
hands shall be joined and our sorrow forgot . There thou yet shalt be my bride ,
When once again I ' ve quell ' d the pride Of Venice ; and her hated race Have felt
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Shall be left upon the morn : But thee will I bear to a lovely spot , Where our
hands shall be joined and our sorrow forgot . There thou yet shalt be my bride ,
When once again I ' ve quell ' d the pride Of Venice ; and her hated race Have felt
the ...
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With thee , my bark , I ' ll swiftly go , Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what
land thou bear ' st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark -
blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves !
With thee , my bark , I ' ll swiftly go , Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what
land thou bear ' st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark -
blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves !
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For me on earth , except some years to hide My shame and sorrow deep in my
heart ' s core : These I could bear , but cannot cast aside • The passion which still
rages as before , And so farewell — forgive me , love me — No , That word is idle
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For me on earth , except some years to hide My shame and sorrow deep in my
heart ' s core : These I could bear , but cannot cast aside • The passion which still
rages as before , And so farewell — forgive me , love me — No , That word is idle
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Slight were the tasks enjoin ' d him by his lord , To hold the stirrup , or to bear the
sword ; To tune his lute , or if he will ' d it more , On tomes of other times and
tongues to pore ; But ne ' er to mingle with the menial train , To whom he showed
nor ...
Slight were the tasks enjoin ' d him by his lord , To hold the stirrup , or to bear the
sword ; To tune his lute , or if he will ' d it more , On tomes of other times and
tongues to pore ; But ne ' er to mingle with the menial train , To whom he showed
nor ...
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Not now I would not Dream ; though I know it now to be a dream What I have
dreamt : - and canst thou bear to hear it ? Myr . I can bear all things : dreams of
life or death , Which I participate with you , in semblance Or full reality . Sar . And
this ...
Not now I would not Dream ; though I know it now to be a dream What I have
dreamt : - and canst thou bear to hear it ? Myr . I can bear all things : dreams of
life or death , Which I participate with you , in semblance Or full reality . Sar . And
this ...
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Página 66 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ! Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
Página 52 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Página 66 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Página 148 - 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 146 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 66 - On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heraclcidan blood might own.
Página 117 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Página 63 - 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 150 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Página 164 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His Works Volumen 6 de Howard's beauties of literature |
| Autores | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard |
| Editor | T. Davison, 1824 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 26 Sep 2006 |
| N.º de páginas | 212 páginas |
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