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... Like sparkling waves on a sunny day ; And her motionless lips lay still as death
, And her words came forth without her breath , And there rose not a heave o ' er
her bosom ' s swell , And there seemed not a pulse in her veins to dwell .
... Like sparkling waves on a sunny day ; And her motionless lips lay still as death
, And her words came forth without her breath , And there rose not a heave o ' er
her bosom ' s swell , And there seemed not a pulse in her veins to dwell .
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I saw her , friar ! and I rose Forgetful of our former woes ; And rushing from my
couch , I dart , And clasp her to my desperate heart ; I clasp _ what is it that I clasp
? No breathing form within my grasp , No heart that beats reply to mine , Yet , D 2
...
I saw her , friar ! and I rose Forgetful of our former woes ; And rushing from my
couch , I dart , And clasp her to my desperate heart ; I clasp _ what is it that I clasp
? No breathing form within my grasp , No heart that beats reply to mine , Yet , D 2
...
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For there — the Rose o ' er crag or vale , Sultana of the Nightingale , The maid for
whom his melody , His thousand songs are heard on high , Blooms blushing to
her lover ' s tale : His queen , the garden queen , his Rose , Unbent by winds ...
For there — the Rose o ' er crag or vale , Sultana of the Nightingale , The maid for
whom his melody , His thousand songs are heard on high , Blooms blushing to
her lover ' s tale : His queen , the garden queen , his Rose , Unbent by winds ...
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... Save that when struggling nearer to his last , Upon that page his eye was
kindly cast ; And once as Kaled ' s answering accents ceased , Rose Lara ' s
hand , and pointed to the East : Whether ( as then the breaking sun from high
Rolled back ...
... Save that when struggling nearer to his last , Upon that page his eye was
kindly cast ; And once as Kaled ' s answering accents ceased , Rose Lara ' s
hand , and pointed to the East : Whether ( as then the breaking sun from high
Rolled back ...
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... oppressed me , And through my spirit chilled my blood , until A damp like death
rose o ' er my brow : I strove To laugh the thought away , but ' t would not be ;
Through all the music ringing in my ears A knell was sounding as distinct and
clear ...
... oppressed me , And through my spirit chilled my blood , until A damp like death
rose o ' er my brow : I strove To laugh the thought away , but ' t would not be ;
Through all the music ringing in my ears A knell was sounding as distinct and
clear ...
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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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