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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 - - VOL . 11 . 65 And for his fare — the rudest of his crew ÇANTO I .
77 THE ...
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 - - VOL . 11 . 65 And for his fare — the rudest of his crew ÇANTO I .
77 THE ...
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490 For in that wordthat fatal word - howe ' er We promise - hope - believe there
breathes despair . O ' er every feature of that still , pale face , Had sorrow fix ' d
what time can ne ' er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye 495 Grew ...
490 For in that wordthat fatal word - howe ' er We promise - hope - believe there
breathes despair . O ' er every feature of that still , pale face , Had sorrow fix ' d
what time can ne ' er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye 495 Grew ...
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... useless flood of grief had never been : 1 830 Nor long they flow'd — he dried
them to depart, In helpless — hopeless — brokenness of heart : The sun goes
forth — but Conrad's day is dim ; And the night cometh— ne'er to pass from him.
... useless flood of grief had never been : 1 830 Nor long they flow'd — he dried
them to depart, In helpless — hopeless — brokenness of heart : The sun goes
forth — but Conrad's day is dim ; And the night cometh— ne'er to pass from him.
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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
new vigour in his shaken frame ; 250 And solace sought he none from priest nor
...
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
new vigour in his shaken frame ; 250 And solace sought he none from priest nor
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His mind abhorring this had fix'd her throne Far from the world, in regions of her
own : 350 Thus coldly passing all that pass'd below, His blaod in temperate
seeming now would flow : Ah ! happier if it ne'er with guilt had glow'd, But ever in
that ...
His mind abhorring this had fix'd her throne Far from the world, in regions of her
own : 350 Thus coldly passing all that pass'd below, His blaod in temperate
seeming now would flow : Ah ! happier if it ne'er with guilt had glow'd, But ever in
that ...
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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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