The Works of Lord Byron: Comprising the Suppressed Poems, Volúmenes 4-5A. and W. Galignani, 1826 |
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... shore , Rush the night - prowlers on the prey , And turn to groans his roundelay . Strange - that where nature loved to trace , As if for gods , a dwelling - place , And every charm and grace hath mix'd Within the paradise she fix'd ...
... shore , Rush the night - prowlers on the prey , And turn to groans his roundelay . Strange - that where nature loved to trace , As if for gods , a dwelling - place , And every charm and grace hath mix'd Within the paradise she fix'd ...
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... shore ; ' T is Greece , but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet , so deadly fair , We start , for soul is wanting there . Hers is the loveliness in death , That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful ...
... shore ; ' T is Greece , but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet , so deadly fair , We start , for soul is wanting there . Hers is the loveliness in death , That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful ...
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... till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self - abasement paved the way To villain - bonds and despot - sway . What can he tell who treads thy shore ? No legend of thine olden time , No theme on which the muse might soar , High THE GIAOUR . 11.
... till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self - abasement paved the way To villain - bonds and despot - sway . What can he tell who treads thy shore ? No legend of thine olden time , No theme on which the muse might soar , High THE GIAOUR . 11.
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... shore Receives him by the lovely light That best becomes an eastern night . • · * • * Who thundering comes on blackest steed , With slacken'd bit and hoof of speed ? Beneath the clattering iron's sound , The cavern'd echoes wake around ...
... shore Receives him by the lovely light That best becomes an eastern night . • · * • * Who thundering comes on blackest steed , With slacken'd bit and hoof of speed ? Beneath the clattering iron's sound , The cavern'd echoes wake around ...
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... shore Shakes with the clattering tramp no more ; The crag is won , no more is seen His christian crest and haughty mien . T was but an instant he restrain'd That fiery barb so sternly rein'd : T was but a moment that he stood , Then ...
... shore Shakes with the clattering tramp no more ; The crag is won , no more is seen His christian crest and haughty mien . T was but an instant he restrain'd That fiery barb so sternly rein'd : T was but a moment that he stood , Then ...
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Página 157 - 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, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 172 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count — I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Página 169 - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, — Lone — as the corse within its shroud, Lone — as a solitary cloud, A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Página 9 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, 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...
Página 166 - I found him not. 7 only stirred in this black spot; / only lived — / only drew The accursed breath of dungeon-dew; The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Página 166 - And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot ! A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Página 9 - 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...
Página 172 - These heavy walls to me had grown A hermitage — and all my own! And half I felt as they were come To tear me from a second home...
Página 170 - Who loved me in a human shape; And the whole earth would henceforth be A wider prison unto me : No child — no sire — no kin had I, No partner in my misery; I...
Página 163 - 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.