The works of ... lord Byron, Volúmenes 3-4 |
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... Ne'er seasons he with mirth their jovial mess , But they forgive his silence for success . Ne'er for his lip the purpling cup they fill , That goblet passes him untasted still- And for his fare the rudest of his crew Would that , in ...
... Ne'er seasons he with mirth their jovial mess , But they forgive his silence for success . Ne'er for his lip the purpling cup they fill , That goblet passes him untasted still- And for his fare the rudest of his crew Would that , in ...
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... ne'er awoke them with such brilliant beams " As kindle high to - night ( but blow , thou breeze ! ) " To warm these slow avengers of the seas . " Now to Medora Oh ! my sinking heart , " Long may her own be lighter than thou art ! " Yet ...
... ne'er awoke them with such brilliant beams " As kindle high to - night ( but blow , thou breeze ! ) " To warm these slow avengers of the seas . " Now to Medora Oh ! my sinking heart , " Long may her own be lighter than thou art ! " Yet ...
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... ne'er , 390 " My Conrad ! learn tho joys of peace to share ? " Sure thou hast more than wealth ; and many a home " As bright as this invites us not to roam 30 Canto I. THE CORSAIR .
... ne'er , 390 " My Conrad ! learn tho joys of peace to share ? " Sure thou hast more than wealth ; and many a home " As bright as this invites us not to roam 30 Canto I. THE CORSAIR .
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... er We promise hope - - believe there breathes despair . O'er every feature of that still , pale face , Had sorrow fixed what time can ne'er erase ! The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy , - Till ...
... er We promise hope - - believe there breathes despair . O'er every feature of that still , pale face , Had sorrow fixed what time can ne'er erase ! The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy , - Till ...
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... er new plans of pain , And staunched the blood she saves to shed again - But drop by drop , for Seyd's unglutted eye Would doom him ever dying - ne'er to die ! Can this be he ? triumphant late she saw , 890 When his red hand's wild ...
... er new plans of pain , And staunched the blood she saves to shed again - But drop by drop , for Seyd's unglutted eye Would doom him ever dying - ne'er to die ! Can this be he ? triumphant late she saw , 890 When his red hand's wild ...
Términos y frases comunes
Abydos accents apostolic palace arms Athens aught beam behold beneath blood bosom breast breath broke brow calm cheek Conrad CORSAIR Curious fool dare dark dead death deeds deemed deep dread dream earth Ezzelin faint fair falchion fate fear feel forget gazed Giaour glance grief Gulnare hand hast hate hath head heard heart heaven hope hour Kaled knew land Lara Lara's less light linked band lonely look LORD BYRON meet the marks mirth morn mortal mourn ne'er Newstead Abbey night night song numbers o'er once Otho Otho's Pacha pang passed perchance pride rest scarce scene seemed Serf Seyd shun sigh silent slave sleep slumber smile snatch soothe soul spirit stern stranger strife sunk sway tale tears thee thine thou art thought triumph twas twere twill voice waves weep Whate'er wild words
Pasajes populares
Página 105 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 13 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Página 122 - ... host of the Lord, Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath ! Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet ! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet. Farewell to others, but never we part, Heir to my royalty, son of my heart ! Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway, Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day ! SAUL. THOU whose spell can raise the...
Página 66 - Well! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly as it was wont to do. Thy husband's blest— and 'twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot: But let them pass— Oh! how my heart Would hate him, if he loved thee not! When late I saw thy favourite child I thought my jealous heart would break; But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.
Página 105 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 141 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 141 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Página 21 - That man of loneliness and mystery, Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart.
Página 140 - For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still?
Página 94 - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.