Lord Byron's Works, Volúmenes 1-2François Louis, at his French and English Library ... and Baudry, at the Foreign Library, 1821 |
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... deemed she , could he long endure His bower in other worlds of bliss , Without her , most beloved in this ! Oh ! who so dear with him could dwell ? What Houri soothe him half so well ? VIII . Since last she visited the spot Some change ...
... deemed she , could he long endure His bower in other worlds of bliss , Without her , most beloved in this ! Oh ! who so dear with him could dwell ? What Houri soothe him half so well ? VIII . Since last she visited the spot Some change ...
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... deemed to thee ; « That brother wrought a brother's fall , « But spared , at least , my infancy ; << And lulled me with a vain deceit That yet a like return may meet . « He reared me , not with tender help , But like the nephew of a ...
... deemed to thee ; « That brother wrought a brother's fall , « But spared , at least , my infancy ; << And lulled me with a vain deceit That yet a like return may meet . « He reared me , not with tender help , But like the nephew of a ...
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... deemed a brother's wrath « To quench his thirst had such a cup : « The bowl a bribed attendant bore ; < « < He drank one draught , 33 nor needed more ! « If thou my tale , Zuleika , doubt , « Call Haroun - he can tell it out . XV ...
... deemed a brother's wrath « To quench his thirst had such a cup : « The bowl a bribed attendant bore ; < « < He drank one draught , 33 nor needed more ! « If thou my tale , Zuleika , doubt , « Call Haroun - he can tell it out . XV ...
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... deemed that gifts bestowed on better men Had left him joy , and means to give again . Feared - shunned - belied - ere youth had lost her force , He hated man too much to feel remorse , And thought the voice of wrath a sacred call , To ...
... deemed that gifts bestowed on better men Had left him joy , and means to give again . Feared - shunned - belied - ere youth had lost her force , He hated man too much to feel remorse , And thought the voice of wrath a sacred call , To ...
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... deemed the breath that faintly fanned thy sail « The murmuring prelude of the ruder gale ; ( ( Though soft , it seemed the low prophetic dirge , << That mourned thee floating on the savage surge : « Still would I rise to rouse the ...
... deemed the breath that faintly fanned thy sail « The murmuring prelude of the ruder gale ; ( ( Though soft , it seemed the low prophetic dirge , << That mourned thee floating on the savage surge : « Still would I rise to rouse the ...
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Página 5 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Página 183 - 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...
Página 18 - Poetic souls delight in prose insane; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of an idiot boy...
Página 61 - 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 17 - Who warns his friend to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books, for fear of growing double; Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Página 5 - Gul in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In color though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 43 - So the struck Eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 143 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped; But 'scaped in vain, for in their memory yet His mind would half exult and half regret...
Página 194 - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away...
Página 137 - At half-past eight o'clock, booms, hencoops, spars, And all things, for a chance, had been cast loose, That still could keep afloat the struggling tars, For yet they strove, although of no great use : There was no light in heaven but a few stars, The boats put off o'ercrowded with their crews ; She gave a heel, and then a lurch to port, And, going down head foremost — sunk, in short.