The Works of Lord Byron, Volumen 11J. Murray, 1904 |
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Página 119 - Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on : Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won. Were't the last drop in the well, As I gasped upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell, Tis to thee that I would drink.
Página 116 - Set you down this; And say besides, that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus.
Página 114 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Looked to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Página 388 - Whose honours with increase of ages grow, As streams roll down, enlarging as they flow ; Nations unborn your mighty names shall sound, And worlds applaud that must not yet be found...
Página 389 - O may some spark of your celestial fire, The last, the meanest of your sons inspire, (That on weak wings, from far, pursues your flights; Glows while he reads, but trembles as he writes,) To teach vain wits a science little known, T' admire superior sense, and doubt their own!
Página 118 - My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee!
Página 15 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Página 301 - Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters ; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail. Thus to their hopeless eyes...
Página 387 - Lost would not have been more nobly conveyed to posterity, not perhaps in heroic couplets, although even they could sustain the subject if well balanced, but in the stanza of Spenser, or of ' Tasso, or in the Terza rima of Dante, which the powers of Milton could easily have grafted on our language. The seasons of Thomson would have been better in rhyme, although still inferior to his Castlo of Indolence ; and Mr.
Página 144 - Gibbon no man could withstand her, and that, if she chose to " beckon the Lord Chancellor from his woolsack, in full sight of " the world, he could not resist obedience.