Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins, 1828 - 756 páginas |
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... Patras . Lines on com . pleting his thirty - sixth year . Letter to the Turkish chief , on liberating fou Turkish prisoners . Lord Byron appointed to the command of three thousand troops for the attack of Lepanto . Lancasterian schools ...
... Patras . Lines on com . pleting his thirty - sixth year . Letter to the Turkish chief , on liberating fou Turkish prisoners . Lord Byron appointed to the command of three thousand troops for the attack of Lepanto . Lancasterian schools ...
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... Patras , and other parts of Greece . Lord Byron gave three thousand piastres to the commandant , for their relief ; and he induced a family , once rich in Patras , but now reduced to the greatest misery , to pass over to Cephalonia ...
... Patras , and other parts of Greece . Lord Byron gave three thousand piastres to the commandant , for their relief ; and he induced a family , once rich in Patras , but now reduced to the greatest misery , to pass over to Cephalonia ...
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... emancipated . Patras , Modon , and Coron , and the Castle of the Morea , did then and still hold out against the combined assaults of famine and the troops of the besiegers . But the THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON . 685.
... emancipated . Patras , Modon , and Coron , and the Castle of the Morea , did then and still hold out against the combined assaults of famine and the troops of the besiegers . But the THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON . 685.
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... Patras about the middle of June , and continued to blockade ( at least nominally ) Missolonghi , and all the other ports of Western Greece , up to the arrival of Lord Byron . Previous to Marco Bozzari's arrival at Carpenissi , the ...
... Patras about the middle of June , and continued to blockade ( at least nominally ) Missolonghi , and all the other ports of Western Greece , up to the arrival of Lord Byron . Previous to Marco Bozzari's arrival at Carpenissi , the ...
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... Patras . Tombasi , the admiral of Hydra , was in command at Candia , where active warfare was expected . Staicos was to remain at Corinth , which surrendered in October , very soon after the congress . Marco Bozzari's brother , with his ...
... Patras . Tombasi , the admiral of Hydra , was in command at Candia , where active warfare was expected . Staicos was to remain at Corinth , which surrendered in October , very soon after the congress . Marco Bozzari's brother , with his ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 333 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 315 - 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...
Página 328 - And this is in the night. — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Página 732 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Página 545 - Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae! 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 385 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Página 673 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze A funeral pile.
Página 183 - And marked the mild, angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye...
Página 388 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery.
Página 545 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush, for Greece a tear ! Must we but weep o'er days more blest?