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... and fast they speed away To those that wander as to those that stay ; 50 But
lack of tidings from another clime Had lent a flagging wing to weary Time . They
see , they recognise , yet almost deem The present dubious , or the past a dream
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... and fast they speed away To those that wander as to those that stay ; 50 But
lack of tidings from another clime Had lent a flagging wing to weary Time . They
see , they recognise , yet almost deem The present dubious , or the past a dream
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... gazed On that the feebler elements hath raised ; The rapture of his heart had
look ' d on high , 125 And ask ' d if greater dwelt beyond the sky : Chain ' d to
excess , the slave of each extreme , How woke he from the wildness of that
dream ?
... gazed On that the feebler elements hath raised ; The rapture of his heart had
look ' d on high , 125 And ask ' d if greater dwelt beyond the sky : Chain ' d to
excess , the slave of each extreme , How woke he from the wildness of that
dream ?
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... prostrate form he bent beside , And in that tongue which seem ' d his own
replied , And Lara heeds those tones that gently seem To sooth away the horrors
of his dream ; 245 If dream it were , that thus could overthrow 170 CANTO I .
LARA .
... prostrate form he bent beside , And in that tongue which seem ' d his own
replied , And Lara heeds those tones that gently seem To sooth away the horrors
of his dream ; 245 If dream it were , that thus could overthrow 170 CANTO I .
LARA .
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245 If dream it were , that thus could overthrow A breast that needed not ideal wo
. XV . , Whate ' er his phrensy dream ' d or eye beheld , · If yet remember ' d ne ' er
to be reveald , Rests at his heart : the custom ' d morning came , And breathed ...
245 If dream it were , that thus could overthrow A breast that needed not ideal wo
. XV . , Whate ' er his phrensy dream ' d or eye beheld , · If yet remember ' d ne ' er
to be reveald , Rests at his heart : the custom ' d morning came , And breathed ...
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... high , As doubting to return or fly : Impatient of his flight delay ' d , Here loud his
raven charger neigh ' d245 Down glanced that hand , and grasp ' d his blade ;
That sound had burst his waking dream , As Slumber starts at owlet ' s scream .
... high , As doubting to return or fly : Impatient of his flight delay ' d , Here loud his
raven charger neigh ' d245 Down glanced that hand , and grasp ' d his blade ;
That sound had burst his waking dream , As Slumber starts at owlet ' s scream .
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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...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The works of lord Byron, Volumen 2 The works of lord Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Autor | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Editor | Wm. B. Gilley, 1820 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 25 Sep 2006 |
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