The works of lord Byron, Volumen 5 |
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... night be past . SIXTH SPIRIT . My dwelling is the shadow of the night , Why doth thy magic torture me with light ? SEVENTH SPIRIT . The star which rules thy destiny Was ruled , ere earth began , by me : It was a world as fresh and fair ...
... night be past . SIXTH SPIRIT . My dwelling is the shadow of the night , Why doth thy magic torture me with light ? SEVENTH SPIRIT . The star which rules thy destiny Was ruled , ere earth began , by me : It was a world as fresh and fair ...
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... night , mountains , winds , thy star , Are at thy beck and bidding , Child of Clay ! Before thee at thy quest their spirits are― What wouldst thou with us , son of mortals - say ? MAN . Forgetfulness- FIRST SPIRIT . Of what - of whom ...
... night , mountains , winds , thy star , Are at thy beck and bidding , Child of Clay ! Before thee at thy quest their spirits are― What wouldst thou with us , son of mortals - say ? MAN . Forgetfulness- FIRST SPIRIT . Of what - of whom ...
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... Night deny All the quiet of her sky ; And the day shall have a sun , Which shall make thee wish it done . From thy false tears I did distil An essence which hath strength to kill ; From thy own heart I then did wring The black blood in ...
... Night deny All the quiet of her sky ; And the day shall have a sun , Which shall make thee wish it done . From thy false tears I did distil An essence which hath strength to kill ; From thy own heart I then did wring The black blood in ...
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... nights imperishable , Endless , and all alike , as sands on the shore , Innumerable atoms ; and one desert , Barren and cold , on which the wild waves break , But nothing rests , save carcasses and wrecks , Rocks , and the salt - surf ...
... nights imperishable , Endless , and all alike , as sands on the shore , Innumerable atoms ; and one desert , Barren and cold , on which the wild waves break , But nothing rests , save carcasses and wrecks , Rocks , and the salt - surf ...
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... nights of sleep ; thy toils , By danger dignified , yet guiltless ; hopes Of cheerful old age and a quiet grave , With cross and garland over its green turf , And thy grandchildren's love for epitaph ; This do I see - and then I look ...
... nights of sleep ; thy toils , By danger dignified , yet guiltless ; hopes Of cheerful old age and a quiet grave , With cross and garland over its green turf , And thy grandchildren's love for epitaph ; This do I see - and then I look ...
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ABBOT Abydos ALBEMARLE STREET Alfaqui Alhama Alhambra answer'd art thou ASTARTE Athens Ay de mi beautiful behold beneath blood bosom breast breath bright CHAMOIS charm clay clouds cold dare dark dead death deem'd deep didst dost doth dread dream dwell earth eyes feel gaze glory Granada grave grief hand hath hear heaven hour immortal King light live lonely look MANFRED MANUEL Mariamne mind monarch mortal mountain mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night once pain pang pass'd Pausanias Pindus SCENE shine sigh silent sleep smile song Sorrow soul Sparta spirit star sunbow's sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou canst thou hast thou wert thought throne thyself torture tremble Twas twere twill voice wandering wave weep WITCH wither'd words youth ἀγαπῶ Ζώη ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Página 211 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — 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 102 - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 103 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Página 76 - 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 210 - THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me...
Página 244 - To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony.
Página 27 - It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Página 166 - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
Página 243 - Not by the sport of nature, but of man: These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing — the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself — but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful; And both were young, yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon...
Página 205 - BRIGHT be the place of thy soul ! No lovelier spirit than thine E'er burst from its mortal control, In the orbs of the blessed to shine. On earth thou wert all but divine, As thy soul shall immortally be ; And our sorrow may cease to repine, When we know that thy God is with thee.