The works of lord Byron, Volumen 2 |
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75 80 85 ( Before Decay ' s effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty
lingers , ) And mark ' d the mild angelic air , The rapture of repose that ' s there ,
The fix ' d yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek , And - - but
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75 80 85 ( Before Decay ' s effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty
lingers , ) And mark ' d the mild angelic air , The rapture of repose that ' s there ,
The fix ' d yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek , And - - but
...
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Or Beauty , blighted in an hour , Find joy within her broken bower ? No : gayer
insects fluttering by Ne ' er droop the wing o ' er those that die , And lovelier
things have mercy shown To every failing but their own , And every wo a tear can
claim ...
Or Beauty , blighted in an hour , Find joy within her broken bower ? No : gayer
insects fluttering by Ne ' er droop the wing o ' er those that die , And lovelier
things have mercy shown To every failing but their own , And every wo a tear can
claim ...
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Thus rose fair Leila ' s whiter neck :Thus
arm ' d with beauty would she check Intrusion ' s glance , till folly ' s gaze Shrunk
from the charms it meant to praise .
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Thus rose fair Leila ' s whiter neck :Thus
arm ' d with beauty would she check Intrusion ' s glance , till folly ' s gaze Shrunk
from the charms it meant to praise .
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... shepherd ' s tale : Though few the number — theirs the strife , That neither
spares nor speaks for life ! Ah ! fondly youthful hearts can press , 645 To seize
and share the dear caress ; But Love itself could never pant For all that Beauty
sighs to ...
... shepherd ' s tale : Though few the number — theirs the strife , That neither
spares nor speaks for life ! Ah ! fondly youthful hearts can press , 645 To seize
and share the dear caress ; But Love itself could never pant For all that Beauty
sighs to ...
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... but for correctness of costume , beauty of description , and power of
imagination , it far surpasses all European imitations ; and bears such marks of
originality , that those who have visited the East will find some difficulty in
believing it to be ...
... but for correctness of costume , beauty of description , and power of
imagination , it far surpasses all European imitations ; and bears such marks of
originality , that those who have visited the East will find some difficulty in
believing it to be ...
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answer arms band bear beauty beneath blood bound break breast breath brow cheek chief close Conrad dare dark dead death deeds deep doubt dread dream earth face fair fall fate fear feel fire foes friends gave gaze glance grave grief half hand hate hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour knew land Lara Lara's late least leave less light live lonely look meet morning ne'er never night Note o'er once pain pale pass past Persian pride raised rest rose round scarce seek seem'd seems seen share shore silent slave sleep smile soul sound spirit steps stern strife tale tear tell thee thine thou thought tide till true turn Twas vain voice wave wild wind wound young youth
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Página 225 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear, And leave his sons a hope, a fame, They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won.
Página 7 - In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of ocean is deepest in dye ; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine ? 'Tis the clime of the East ; 'tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? 2 Oh ! wild as the accents of lovers...
Página 7 - 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 colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 224 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd!
Página 76 - How gloriously her gallant course she goes! Her white wings flying — never from her foes — She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Página 165 - All was so still, so soft in earth and air, You scarce would start to meet a spirit there ; Secure that nought of evil could delight To walk in such a scene, on such a night...
Página 224 - And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now. And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...
Página 73 - 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 226 - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die...
Página 223 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...