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... SARDANAPALUS . Notes to Sardanapalus ... Page . 3 63 67 79 231 235 267 271 425 MANFRED . A DRAMATIC POEM . " There are more.
... SARDANAPALUS . Notes to Sardanapalus ... Page . 3 63 67 79 231 235 267 271 425 MANFRED . A DRAMATIC POEM . " There are more.
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... , and the Favourite of SARDANAPALUS . Women composing the Haram of SARDANAPALUS , Guards , Attendants , Chaldean Priests , Medes , etc. etc. Scene - a Hall in the Royal Palace of Nineveh . SARDANAPALUS . ACT I. SCENE I. - A HALL IN.
... , and the Favourite of SARDANAPALUS . Women composing the Haram of SARDANAPALUS , Guards , Attendants , Chaldean Priests , Medes , etc. etc. Scene - a Hall in the Royal Palace of Nineveh . SARDANAPALUS . ACT I. SCENE I. - A HALL IN.
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... SARDANAPALUS EFFEMINATELY DRESS- ED , HIS HEAD CROWNED WITH FLOWERS , AND HIS ROBE NEGLIGENTLY FLOWING , ATTENDED BY A TRAIN OF WOMEN AND YOUNG SLAVES . SARDANAPALUS ( Speaking to some of his attendants . Let the pavilion over the ...
... SARDANAPALUS EFFEMINATELY DRESS- ED , HIS HEAD CROWNED WITH FLOWERS , AND HIS ROBE NEGLIGENTLY FLOWING , ATTENDED BY A TRAIN OF WOMEN AND YOUNG SLAVES . SARDANAPALUS ( Speaking to some of his attendants . Let the pavilion over the ...
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... SARDANAPALUS . pray thee say not so : my chiefest joy Is to contribute to thine every wish . I do not dare to breathe my own desire , Lest it should clash with thine ; for thou art still Too prompt to sacrifice thy thoughts for others ...
... SARDANAPALUS . pray thee say not so : my chiefest joy Is to contribute to thine every wish . I do not dare to breathe my own desire , Lest it should clash with thine ; for thou art still Too prompt to sacrifice thy thoughts for others ...
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... SARDANAPALUS . But thou lookedst it ; I know each glance of those Ionic eyes , Which said thou wouldst not leave me . MYRRHA . SALEMENES . Sire ! your brother— His consort's brother , minion of Ionia ! How darest thou name me and not ...
... SARDANAPALUS . But thou lookedst it ; I know each glance of those Ionic eyes , Which said thou wouldst not leave me . MYRRHA . SALEMENES . Sire ! your brother— His consort's brother , minion of Ionia ! How darest thou name me and not ...
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ABBOT Adeline ALTADA ANGIOLINA ARBACES Assyria aught beauty BELESES beneath BENINTENDE BERTRAM BERTUCCIO FALIERO blood breath brow CALENDARO call'd CANTO CHAMOIS CHAMOIS HUNTER Council of Ten dare death DOGE Doge of Venice Don Juan dost doth dread Duke e'er earth Exit eyes fear feel foes gaze Giaour glory hath hear heard heart heaven honour hour ISRAEL BERTUCCIO king knew Lady least leave less light LIONI live look look'd lord MANFRED Marino Faliero Michel Steno MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA Parisina pass'd passion patrician perhaps prince Saint Saint Peter SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS satraps seem'd SFERO SIGNOR sire slave smile soldiers soul sovereign speak spirit stanza Steno sword tell thee there's thine things thou hast thought throne true turn'd unto Venice voice whate'er words wouldst young youth ZARINA
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Página 382 - 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 15 - But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will, Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Página 311 - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.
Página 64 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Página 404 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent ; Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race, There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; • Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse ; Thy victims ere they yet expire , Shall know the dsemon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are wither'd on the stem.
Página 56 - Caesars' palace came The owl's long cry, and, interruptedly, Of distant sentinels the fitful song Begun and died upon the gentle wind. Some cypresses beyond the time-worn breach Appeared to skirt the horizon ; yet they stood Within a bow-shot.
Página 62 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!
Página 56 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Página 40 - I do bear This punishment for both — that thou wilt be One of the blessed — and that I shall die ; For hitherto all hateful things conspire To bind me in existence — in a life Which makes me shrink from immortality — A future like the past.
Página 335 - The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.