The poetical works of lord Byron. Repr. with notes, &c, Número 35F. Warne, 1868 |
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... heart thou keep'st thy seat ; There , there thine image still must rest , Until that heart shall cease to beat . And when the grave restores her dead , When life again to dust is given , On thy dear breast I'll lay my head- Without thee ...
... heart thou keep'st thy seat ; There , there thine image still must rest , Until that heart shall cease to beat . And when the grave restores her dead , When life again to dust is given , On thy dear breast I'll lay my head- Without thee ...
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... heart must feel : Love , Love alone , my lyre shall claim , In songs of bliss and sighs of flame . FROM ANACREON . ' TWAS now the hour when Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Boötes , only , seem'd to roll His arctic ...
... heart must feel : Love , Love alone , my lyre shall claim , In songs of bliss and sighs of flame . FROM ANACREON . ' TWAS now the hour when Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Boötes , only , seem'd to roll His arctic ...
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... heart ; ' twill bid thee , boy , bear ; For well I know that virtue lingers there . One , though a courtier , lived a man of worth , And call'd , proud boast ! the British drama forth . Another view , not less renown'd for wit ; Alike ...
... heart ; ' twill bid thee , boy , bear ; For well I know that virtue lingers there . One , though a courtier , lived a man of worth , And call'd , proud boast ! the British drama forth . Another view , not less renown'd for wit ; Alike ...
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... heart of fear disarms , Revives my hopes , and bids me live . Here I can trace the locks of gold , Which round thy snowy forehead wave , The cheeks which sprung from beauty's mould , The lips which made me beauty's slave . Here I can ...
... heart of fear disarms , Revives my hopes , and bids me live . Here I can trace the locks of gold , Which round thy snowy forehead wave , The cheeks which sprung from beauty's mould , The lips which made me beauty's slave . Here I can ...
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... heart Which but belong'd to thee before . The least atonement I can make Is to become no longer free ; Henceforth I breathe but for thy sake , Thou shalt be all in all to me , But thou , perhaps , may'st now reject Such expiation of my ...
... heart Which but belong'd to thee before . The least atonement I can make Is to become no longer free ; Henceforth I breathe but for thy sake , Thou shalt be all in all to me , But thou , perhaps , may'st now reject Such expiation of my ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adah Aholibamah Anah art thou aught beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cain Calmar courser dare dark dead death deeds deep Doge dread dream e'er earth fair fame fate father fear feel gaze Giaour glory grave Greece hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Iden Juan king knew lady leave less Lioni live look look'd lord Lucifer Michel Steno Morgante mortal Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once Pania pass'd passion Sardanapalus satraps scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit Stral strange Suwarrow sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd twas twill unto Venice voice walls wave weep wild words young youth
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Página 144 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Página 172 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 173 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 172 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Página 144 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered 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! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Página 151 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Página 144 - 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 Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Página 59 - She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 71 - 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 156 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...