The works of lord Byron, Volumen 2 |
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... sped as if by death pursued : But in that instant o'er his soul Winters of Memory seem'd to roll , And gather in that drop of time A life of pain , an age of crime . O'er him who loves , or hates , or fears THE GIAOUR 13.
... sped as if by death pursued : But in that instant o'er his soul Winters of Memory seem'd to roll , And gather in that drop of time A life of pain , an age of crime . O'er him who loves , or hates , or fears THE GIAOUR 13.
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... pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play , and man's caprice : The lovely toy so fiercely sought Hath lost its charm by being caught , For every touch that woo'd its stay Hath brush'd its brightest hues away , Till charm , and hue ...
... pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play , and man's caprice : The lovely toy so fiercely sought Hath lost its charm by being caught , For every touch that woo'd its stay Hath brush'd its brightest hues away , Till charm , and hue ...
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... pain , And darts into her desperate brain : So do the dark in soul expire , Or live like Scorpion girt by fire ; ( 17 ) So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven , Unfit for earth , undoom'd for heaven , Darkness above , despair beneath ...
... pain , And darts into her desperate brain : So do the dark in soul expire , Or live like Scorpion girt by fire ; ( 17 ) So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven , Unfit for earth , undoom'd for heaven , Darkness above , despair beneath ...
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... then " It was so mark'd with inward pain , " I could not pass it by again ; " It breathes the same dark spirit now , " As death were stamp'd upon his brow . " " " Tis twice three years at summer tide " THE GIAOUR . 31.
... then " It was so mark'd with inward pain , " I could not pass it by again ; " It breathes the same dark spirit now , " As death were stamp'd upon his brow . " " " Tis twice three years at summer tide " THE GIAOUR . 31.
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... pain is slight relief ; The vacant bosom's wilderness Might thank the pang that made it less . We loathe what none are left to share : Even bliss - ' twere woe alone to bear ; The heart once left thus desolate Must fly at last for ease ...
... pain is slight relief ; The vacant bosom's wilderness Might thank the pang that made it less . We loathe what none are left to share : Even bliss - ' twere woe alone to bear ; The heart once left thus desolate Must fly at last for ease ...
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accents Amaun apostolic palace arms band beheld beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow call'd Cavalier Servente cheek Conrad dare dark dead death deeds deep deepest blue despair doom dread dream earth Ezzelin fair falchion fate fear feel fell felt fix'd foes gather'd gaze Giaffir Giaour Giorgione glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont hope horsetails hour Houris knew land Lara Lara's limbs lips living lonely look look'd Mazeppa ne'er never night Note numbers o'er once Pacha pale Parisina pass'd rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim she-the shore sigh silent sire slave smile soul sound stamp'd steed stern stood strife tale tear tell thee thine thing thou thought Timariot Turkish turn'd Twas Venice voice wall wave Whate'er wild words wound wrath youth Zuleika
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Página 8 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Página 373 - With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils — never...
Página 8 - As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon,; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd! (5) Such is the aspect of this shore; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.
Página 65 - 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 321 - I saw them, and they were the same, They were not changed like me in frame ; I saw their thousand years of snow On high — their wide long lake below, And the blue Rhone in fullest flow...
Página 65 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way...
Página 317 - 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 18 - O'er emerald meadows of Kashmeer Invites the young pursuer near, And leads him on from flower to flower A weary chase and wasted hour, Then leaves him, as it soars on high, With panting heart and tearful eye...
Página 151 - At times resign his own for others' good. But not in pity, not because he ought, But in some strange perversity of thought, That sway'd him onward with a secret pride To do what few or none would do beside ; And this same impulse would, in tempting time, Mislead his spirit equally to crime ; So much he...
Página 105 - 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.