The Works of Lord Byron, Including the Suppressed Poems: Also a Sketch of His LifeGrigg & Elliot, 1846 - 764 páginas |
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... τὴν φωνὴν τῆς σαλπιγγός μου συναχθῆτε ὅλα ὅμου . Τὴν ἑπτάλοφον ζητεῖτε , καὶ νικᾶτε πρὸ παντοῦ . Τὰ ὅπλα ἂς λάβωμεν , etc. 1 These names are not taken from any publication . 2 A translation of this song will be found at page 524 3 ...
... τὴν φωνὴν τῆς σαλπιγγός μου συναχθῆτε ὅλα ὅμου . Τὴν ἑπτάλοφον ζητεῖτε , καὶ νικᾶτε πρὸ παντοῦ . Τὰ ὅπλα ἂς λάβωμεν , etc. 1 These names are not taken from any publication . 2 A translation of this song will be found at page 524 3 ...
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... τὴν περιήγησιν but this extract will be found sufficient . The Romaic in this composition is so easy as to render a ... τὴν ἀθλίαν τὴν κατά- it is no better than the question of the travelling trium στασιν , εἰρώτησαν καταρχὰς ἕνα ...
... τὴν περιήγησιν but this extract will be found sufficient . The Romaic in this composition is so easy as to render a ... τὴν ἀθλίαν τὴν κατά- it is no better than the question of the travelling trium στασιν , εἰρώτησαν καταρχὰς ἕνα ...
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... [ Τὴν ἐμπάζει ἀπὸ τὸ ἐργαστήρι τοῦ παι- λευτών . ) γνιδιού . ] ΡΙΔ . Καρδιά , καρδιὰ , κάμετε καλὴν καρδιὰν , δὲν εἶναι τίποτες . [ Πρὸς τὴν Βιττόριαν . ] ΒΙΤ . Εγώ αἰσθάνομαι πῶς ἀπεθαίνω . [ Συνέρχεται εἰς τὸν ἑαυτόν της . ] [ Απὸ τὰ ...
... [ Τὴν ἐμπάζει ἀπὸ τὸ ἐργαστήρι τοῦ παι- λευτών . ) γνιδιού . ] ΡΙΔ . Καρδιά , καρδιὰ , κάμετε καλὴν καρδιὰν , δὲν εἶναι τίποτες . [ Πρὸς τὴν Βιττόριαν . ] ΒΙΤ . Εγώ αἰσθάνομαι πῶς ἀπεθαίνω . [ Συνέρχεται εἰς τὸν ἑαυτόν της . ] [ Απὸ τὰ ...
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... τὴν πίστιν μου Τιμήσετέ με μὲ ταῖς προ- Honour me with your Naὶ , σᾶς ὀμνύω . Βεβαιώσετε τον πῶς τὸν Assure him of my remem- Εγώ σᾶς ὁμιλῶ μὲ τὰ ὅλ . ἐνθυμοῦμαι . Δὲν εἶναι τίποτες ἀπὸ αὐτό . Εἶναι ἕνα ψεῦδος ,. Τώρα εὐθύς . Now directly ...
... τὴν πίστιν μου Τιμήσετέ με μὲ ταῖς προ- Honour me with your Naὶ , σᾶς ὀμνύω . Βεβαιώσετε τον πῶς τὸν Assure him of my remem- Εγώ σᾶς ὁμιλῶ μὲ τὰ ὅλ . ἐνθυμοῦμαι . Δὲν εἶναι τίποτες ἀπὸ αὐτό . Εἶναι ἕνα ψεῦδος ,. Τώρα εὐθύς . Now directly ...
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... τὴν ψῆφόν μου . Δὲν ἀντιστέκομαι εἰς τοῦτο . Εἶμαι σύμφωνος , ἐκ συμπ φώνου . " 6 Οἵδε ἐνίκων τὸν νήμητον ἀγῶνα τῶν ... τὴν ἀρχὴν ἦτον ὁ 1. ΕΝ ἀρχῇ ἦν ὁ λόγος , λόγος · καὶ ὁ λόγος ἦτον μετὰ καὶ ὁ λόγος ἦν πρὸς τὸν Θεοῦς καὶ Θεὸς ἦτον ὁ ...
... τὴν ψῆφόν μου . Δὲν ἀντιστέκομαι εἰς τοῦτο . Εἶμαι σύμφωνος , ἐκ συμπ φώνου . " 6 Οἵδε ἐνίκων τὸν νήμητον ἀγῶνα τῶν ... τὴν ἀρχὴν ἦτον ὁ 1. ΕΝ ἀρχῇ ἦν ὁ λόγος , λόγος · καὶ ὁ λόγος ἦτον μετὰ καὶ ὁ λόγος ἦν πρὸς τὸν Θεοῦς καὶ Θεὸς ἦτον ὁ ...
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ADAH AHOLIBAMAH Ali Pacha ANAH ANGIOLINA ARBACES arms ARNOLD aught BARBARIGO bear beauty behold BELESES beneath BENINTENDE blood bosom breast breath brow CAIN CALENDARO CESAR chief dare dark dead death deeds deep DOGE dost dread earth fame father fear feel foes GABOR gaze Giaour Greece Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour IDENSTEIN ISRAEL BERTUCCIO JACOPO FOSCARI JAPHET JOSEPHINE king leave less LIONI live look Lord Byron LOREDANO LUCIFER MANFRED MARINA Marino Faliero Michel Steno mortal MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA pass'd Petrarch prince SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGENDORF sire slave smile soul spirit Stanza STRALENHEIM stranger sword tears thee thine things thou hast thought ULRIC unto Venice voice walls wave WERNER words youth εἰς καὶ τὴν τὸ
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Página 66 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 66 - 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 84 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 61 - But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane ; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire ; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire Of aught but rest ; a fever at the core, Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore.
Página 133 - Bequeath'd 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...
Página 169 - O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows. On old -Egina's rock, and Idra's isle, The god of gladness sheds his parting smile ; O'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, Though there his altars are no more divine. Descending fast the mountain shadows kiss Thy glorious gulf...
Página 209 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake unshock'd, Because I could have smiled to see The death that would have set me free.
Página 208 - 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...
Página 84 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Página xxii - Farewell ! a word that must be, and hath been — A sound which makes us linger ; — yet — farewell ! Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell A single recollection, not in vain He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop-shell; Farewell ! with him alone may rest the pain, If such there were — with you, the moral of his strain.