The Works of Lord Byron, Volumen 4J. Murray, 1823 |
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... throne ; " And he would gaze upon his store , " And o'er his pedigree would pore , " Until by some confusion led , " Which almost look'd like want of head , " He thought their merits were his own . " His wife was not of his opinion ...
... throne ; " And he would gaze upon his store , " And o'er his pedigree would pore , " Until by some confusion led , " Which almost look'd like want of head , " He thought their merits were his own . " His wife was not of his opinion ...
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... throne , " With lonely lustre , all his own , XVII . 66 Up rose the sun ; the mists were curl'd " Back from the solitary world " Which lay around - behind - before : " What booted it to traverse o'er " Plain , forest , river ? Man nor ...
... throne , " With lonely lustre , all his own , XVII . 66 Up rose the sun ; the mists were curl'd " Back from the solitary world " Which lay around - behind - before : " What booted it to traverse o'er " Plain , forest , river ? Man nor ...
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... throne , - " What mortal his own doom may guess ? — " Let none despond , let none despair ! " To - morrow the Borysthenes " May see our coursers graze at ease 66 Upon his Turkish bank , —and never " Had I such welcome for a river " As I ...
... throne , - " What mortal his own doom may guess ? — " Let none despond , let none despair ! " To - morrow the Borysthenes " May see our coursers graze at ease 66 Upon his Turkish bank , —and never " Had I such welcome for a river " As I ...
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... throne of rocks , in a robe of clouds , With a diadem of snow . Around his waist are forests braced , The Avalanche in his hand ; But ere it fall , that thundering ball Must pause for my command . The Glacier's cold and restless mass ...
... throne of rocks , in a robe of clouds , With a diadem of snow . Around his waist are forests braced , The Avalanche in his hand ; But ere it fall , that thundering ball Must pause for my command . The Glacier's cold and restless mass ...
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... throne , Lay buried in torpor , Forgotten and lone ; I broke through his slumbers , I shiver'd his chain , I leagued him with numbers- He's Tyrant again ! With the blood of a million he'll answer my care , With a nation's destruction ...
... throne , Lay buried in torpor , Forgotten and lone ; I broke through his slumbers , I shiver'd his chain , I leagued him with numbers- He's Tyrant again ! With the blood of a million he'll answer my care , With a nation's destruction ...
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ABBOT Alhama Alhambra answer'd Arimanes art thou ASTARTE Ay de mi beautiful behold beneath blood breast breath bright brow call'd CHAMOIS clay clouds cold dare dark dead death deem'd deep despair dost doth dread dream dwell earth eyes fear feel gaze glory Granada grave hand hath heart heaven Hetman hope hour immortal King knew light limbs live lonely look MANFRED Mariamne Mazeppa mind monarch MONODY mortal mountains mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night o'er once pain pang pass'd Pausanias Pindus R. B. SHERIDAN SCENE sigh silent sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou canst thou hast thou wert thought throne thyself torture Twas Twere twill voice waves weep wild WITCH wither'd wouldst wretch youth Аввот
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Página 157 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Página 326 - Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy...
Página 338 - Thy Godlike crime was to be kind, To render with thy precepts less The sum of human wretchedness, And strengthen Man with his own mind ; But baffled as thou wert from high, Still in thy patient energy, In the endurance, and repulse Of thine impenetrable Spirit, Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse, A mighty lesson we inherit...
Página 237 - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
Página 288 - FARE thee well ! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well : Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again : . Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show ! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'Twas not well to spurn it so.
Página 286 - ... tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest; "Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath.
Página 283 - It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame : I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
Página 320 - And twined themselves among the multitude, Hissing, but stingless — they were slain for food : And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again...
Página 58 - Shall be what thou must conceal. And a magic voice and verse Hath baptized thee with a curse , And a spirit of the air Hath begirt thee with a snare ; In the wind there is a voice Shall forbid thee to rejoice , And to thee shall Night deny All the quiet of her sky ; And the day shall have a sun, Which shall make thee wish it done.
Página 281 - FAREWELL! IF EVER FONDEST PRAYER. FAREWELL I if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.