The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 páginas |
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... sound conveyed ? He look'd to the banners - each flag lay still , So did the leaves on Citharon's hill , And he felt not a breath come over his cheek ; What did that sudden sound bespeak ? He turned to the left is he sure of sight ...
... sound conveyed ? He look'd to the banners - each flag lay still , So did the leaves on Citharon's hill , And he felt not a breath come over his cheek ; What did that sudden sound bespeak ? He turned to the left is he sure of sight ...
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... Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants ' slaves ? -the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high : -from rock to ...
... Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants ' slaves ? -the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high : -from rock to ...
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... sounds it pierceth , " Allah ! Allah ! Hu * ! " A SCENE AFTER A BATTLE . Upon a taken bastion where there lay Thousands of slaughtered men , a yet warm group Of murdered women , who had found their way To this vain refuge , made the ...
... sounds it pierceth , " Allah ! Allah ! Hu * ! " A SCENE AFTER A BATTLE . Upon a taken bastion where there lay Thousands of slaughtered men , a yet warm group Of murdered women , who had found their way To this vain refuge , made the ...
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... sounds the clarion ; lo ! the signal falls , The den expands , and expectation mute Gapes round the silent circle's peopled walls . Bounds with one lashing spring the mighty brute , And , wildly staring , spurns , with sounding foot ...
... sounds the clarion ; lo ! the signal falls , The den expands , and expectation mute Gapes round the silent circle's peopled walls . Bounds with one lashing spring the mighty brute , And , wildly staring , spurns , with sounding foot ...
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... sound , Such as arises when a nation bleeds With some deep and immedicable wound ; [ ground , Through storm and darkness yawns the rending The gulph is thick with phantoms , but the chief Seems royal still , though with her head ...
... sound , Such as arises when a nation bleeds With some deep and immedicable wound ; [ ground , Through storm and darkness yawns the rending The gulph is thick with phantoms , but the chief Seems royal still , though with her head ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Allah arms art thou aught Ave Maria beauty behold beneath blest blood blue bosom breast breath bright brow capital punishments Carthage charm cheek Clarens clime clouds dark dead dear death deep despair dread dream e'er earth Egeria eternal face fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle GIAOUR glance glow gondolier grave grief hand hath heart heaven hope hour human clay Kaled knew light lips living lone look look'd Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once pale pang passion pause pride Rhine rill Rome rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd Seraph shine shone shore sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd star stood sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought trembling twas twill waters wave weep wert Whate'er wild wind wing wither'd youth Zuleika
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Página 167 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean , This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 167 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Página 195 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Página 65 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea. And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free, For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Página 85 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Página 49 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : — From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence, xc.
Página 148 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Página 146 - 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...
Página 67 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Página 150 - 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!