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... hour which now Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain ? Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain , But every carle can lord it o'er thy land ; Nor rise thy sons , but idly rail in vain , Trembling beneath the scourge of Turkish ...
... hour which now Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain ? Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain , But every carle can lord it o'er thy land ; Nor rise thy sons , but idly rail in vain , Trembling beneath the scourge of Turkish ...
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Paul Elmer More. How in an hour the power which gave annuls " Its gifts ... Hours with flying feet But hark ! that heavy sound breaks in once more . As if the clouds its echo would repeat ; And nearer ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Paul Elmer More. How in an hour the power which gave annuls " Its gifts ... Hours with flying feet But hark ! that heavy sound breaks in once more . As if the clouds its echo would repeat ; And nearer ...
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... hour re - fill'd As heretofore because ambition was self- will'd . LXXXIII But this will not endure , nor be en- dured ; Mankind have felt their strength , and made it felt ! 780 They might have used it better , but , al- lured By their ...
... hour re - fill'd As heretofore because ambition was self- will'd . LXXXIII But this will not endure , nor be en- dured ; Mankind have felt their strength , and made it felt ! 780 They might have used it better , but , al- lured By their ...
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... hour shall wreak The deep prophetic fulness of this verse , And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse ! CXXXV That curse shall be Forgiveness . Have I not - Hear me , my mother Earth ! behold it , Heaven ! - Have I not had to ...
... hour shall wreak The deep prophetic fulness of this verse , And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse ! CXXXV That curse shall be Forgiveness . Have I not - Hear me , my mother Earth ! behold it , Heaven ! - Have I not had to ...
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... HOURS OF IDLENESS A SERIES OF POEMS , ORIGINAL AND TRANSLATED [ The title Hours of Idleness is really applied to a miscellaneous collection of Byron's juvenile poems . His first book , Fugitive Pieces , was printed anonymously by S. and ...
... HOURS OF IDLENESS A SERIES OF POEMS , ORIGINAL AND TRANSLATED [ The title Hours of Idleness is really applied to a miscellaneous collection of Byron's juvenile poems . His first book , Fugitive Pieces , was printed anonymously by S. and ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adah Anah art thou aught bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Byron Cæs Cain Calmar Childe Harold dare dark dead dear death deeds deep Doge dost dread dream earth fair fame fate father fear feel gaze Giaour glory grave Greece hand hath hear heart heaven honour hope hour Iden Juan king Lady less Lioni live look look'd lord Lucifer Marino Faliero Michel Steno Morgante mortal Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once PANIA pass'd passion poem SARDANAPALUS satraps scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile song soul spirit Stral strange sweet sword tears thee thine things Thomas Moore thou art thou hast thought turn'd Venice voice wave weep words youth
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Página 81 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Página 82 - 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 39 - 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 ! " XXVI. And wild and high the
Página 38 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Página 38 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd 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 229 - So we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
Página 311 - 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...
Página 813 - Were still at least our countrymen. The tyrant of the Chersonese Was freedom's best and bravest friend; That tyrant was Miltiades! Oh that the present hour would lend Another despot of the kind! Such chains as his were sure to bind. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore: And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
Página 812 - What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no;— the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one, arise,— we come, we come!
Página 404 - Which in a palace had grown cold, Had his free breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side; But why delay the truth? — he died. I saw, and could not hold his head...