The Works of Lord Byron, Volumen 3J. Murray, 1823 |
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... rest , and joy in every change . " Oh , who can tell ? not thou , luxurious slave ! " Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; " Not thou , vain lord of wantonness and ease ! " Whom slumber soothes not - pleasure cannot please ...
... rest , and joy in every change . " Oh , who can tell ? not thou , luxurious slave ! " Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; " Not thou , vain lord of wantonness and ease ! " Whom slumber soothes not - pleasure cannot please ...
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... rest that soothes his lot ! Mark - how that lone and blighted bosom sears The scathing thought of execrated years ! Behold - but who hath seen , or e'er shall see , Man as himself - the secret spirit free ? XI . Yet was not Conrad thus ...
... rest that soothes his lot ! Mark - how that lone and blighted bosom sears The scathing thought of execrated years ! Behold - but who hath seen , or e'er shall see , Man as himself - the secret spirit free ? XI . Yet was not Conrad thus ...
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... rest no better than the thing he seem'd ; And scorn'd the best as hypocrites who hid Those deeds the bolder spirit plainly did . He knew himself detested , but he knew The hearts that loath'd him , crouch'd and dreaded too . Lone , wild ...
... rest no better than the thing he seem'd ; And scorn'd the best as hypocrites who hid Those deeds the bolder spirit plainly did . He knew himself detested , but he knew The hearts that loath'd him , crouch'd and dreaded too . Lone , wild ...
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... this hour away ! “ Yon bark hath hardly anchor'd in the bay : " Her consort still is absent , and her crew " Have need of rest before they toil anew ; " My love ! thou mock'st my weakness ; and CANTO I. 25 THE CORSAIR .
... this hour away ! “ Yon bark hath hardly anchor'd in the bay : " Her consort still is absent , and her crew " Have need of rest before they toil anew ; " My love ! thou mock'st my weakness ; and CANTO I. 25 THE CORSAIR .
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... rest - but on Destruction's brink : Yet once almost he stopp'd - and nearly gave His fate to chance , his projects to the wave ; But no - it must not be — a worthy chief May melt , but not betray to woman's grief . He sees his bark , he ...
... rest - but on Destruction's brink : Yet once almost he stopp'd - and nearly gave His fate to chance , his projects to the wave ; But no - it must not be — a worthy chief May melt , but not betray to woman's grief . He sees his bark , he ...
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Página 284 - 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 277 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray ; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright ; And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot. A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Página 342 - And the third Angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters.
Página 280 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came...
Página 269 - 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 267 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 61 - Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
Página 231 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Página 7 - 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 ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
Página 342 - And the second angel sounded, and as it were a great mountain burning with fire was cast into the sea ; and the third part of the sea became blood : 9 And the third part of the creatures which were in the sea, and had life, died ; and the third part of the ships were destroyed.