Poetry of Byron: Chosen and ArrangedMacmillan and Company, 1892 - 276 páginas |
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... zone - encircled waist ; By all the token - flowers that tell What words can never speak so well ; By love's alternate joy and woe , Ζώη μου , σάς ἀγαπῶ . Maid of Athens ! I am gone ; Think of 14 POETRY OF BYRON . "Maid of Athens.
... zone - encircled waist ; By all the token - flowers that tell What words can never speak so well ; By love's alternate joy and woe , Ζώη μου , σάς ἀγαπῶ . Maid of Athens ! I am gone ; Think of 14 POETRY OF BYRON . "Maid of Athens.
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... 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 . Yet ...
... 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 . Yet ...
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... flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd Must fall the earliest prey ; Though by no hand untimely snatch'd , The leaves must drop away : And yet it were a greater grief To watch it withering , leaf by leaf , Than see it pluck'd to - day ...
... flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd Must fall the earliest prey ; Though by no hand untimely snatch'd , The leaves must drop away : And yet it were a greater grief To watch it withering , leaf by leaf , Than see it pluck'd to - day ...
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... of the earth . And she , proud Austria's mournful flower , Thy still imperial bride ; How bears her breast the torturing hour ? Still clings she to thy side ? Must she too bend , must she too share Thy 54 POETRY OF BYRON .
... of the earth . And she , proud Austria's mournful flower , Thy still imperial bride ; How bears her breast the torturing hour ? Still clings she to thy side ? Must she too bend , must she too share Thy 54 POETRY OF BYRON .
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... flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm , the canker , and the grief Are mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze- A funeral pile ! The hope , the fear , the ...
... flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm , the canker , and the grief Are mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze- A funeral pile ! The hope , the fear , the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adah Arqua art thou ASTARTE beautiful behold beneath blood blue breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow Byron Cain Canto CHAMOIS cheek CHILDE HAROLD clime clouds cold dare dark dead death deep didst DON JUAN dost dread dream dwell earth eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair Farewell fear feel foam foes gaze gentle Giaour glory Goethe grave Greece hand hath heart heaven heaving Hellespont hour immortal light limbs live lone look look'd Lucifer MANFRED MATTHEW ARNOLD mortal mountains ne'er never night o'er ocean PARISINA pass'd poet poetry rock roll'd rose round Samian wine seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh slave smile soul spirit Stanzas stars steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tomb turn'd twas Twere voice waters wave weep wild wind Wordsworth youth
Pasajes populares
Página 65 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Página 50 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 91 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Página 111 - I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Página 92 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness...
Página 66 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Página 112 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire. And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire.
Página 94 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
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 1 What, silent still?
Página 21 - Yet did I love thee to the last As fervently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now. The love where Death has set his seal, Nor age can chill, nor rival steal, Nor falsehood disavow: And, what were worse, thou canst not see Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.