The poetical works of lord Byron, with notes, Volumen 5Suttaby, 1885 |
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... live again ? Fair clime ! where every season smiles Benignant o'er those blessed isles , Which , seen from far Colonna's height , Make glad the heart that hails the sight , And lend to loneliness delight . There mildly dimpling ...
... live again ? Fair clime ! where every season smiles Benignant o'er those blessed isles , Which , seen from far Colonna's height , Make glad the heart that hails the sight , And lend to loneliness delight . There mildly dimpling ...
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... live like Scorpion girt by fire ; 33 So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven , & Unfit for earth , undoom'd for heaven , Darkness above , despair beneath , Around it flame , within it death ! * Black Hassan from the Haram flies , Nor ...
... live like Scorpion girt by fire ; 33 So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven , & Unfit for earth , undoom'd for heaven , Darkness above , despair beneath , Around it flame , within it death ! * Black Hassan from the Haram flies , Nor ...
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... live and love again . I grieve , but not , my holy guide ! For him who dies , but her who died : She sleeps beneath the wandering wave— Ah ! had she but an earthly grave , This breaking heart and throbbing head Should seek and share her ...
... live and love again . I grieve , but not , my holy guide ! For him who dies , but her who died : She sleeps beneath the wandering wave— Ah ! had she but an earthly grave , This breaking heart and throbbing head Should seek and share her ...
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... live , Then will I sue thee to forgive ; Then plead my cause in that high place Where purchased masses proffer grace . Go , when the hunter's hand hath wrung From forest - cave her shrieking young , And calm the lonely lioness : But ...
... live , Then will I sue thee to forgive ; Then plead my cause in that high place Where purchased masses proffer grace . Go , when the hunter's hand hath wrung From forest - cave her shrieking young , And calm the lonely lioness : But ...
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... live as long as they think proper , without being martyred for the sake of an hypothesis . [ Lord Byron assured Mr Dallas that the simile of the scorpion was imagined in his sleep . ] 34 . [ " So writhes the mind by Conscience riven ...
... live as long as they think proper , without being martyred for the sake of an hypothesis . [ Lord Byron assured Mr Dallas that the simile of the scorpion was imagined in his sleep . ] 34 . [ " So writhes the mind by Conscience riven ...
Términos y frases comunes
accents Amaun apostolic palace appear'd arms aught band beam beauty beheld beneath blood bosom breast breath bride Bride of Abydos brow Canto cheek Conrad Corsair crime dare dark death deeds deep despair dread dream earth Ezzelin fate fear feel fix'd foes friends gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram Hassan hate hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour Houris knew Koran land Lara Lara's light lonely look look'd Lord Byron Madame de Staël mark'd Morea morn Mussulman ne'er never night o'er once Otho Pacha pale pass'd perchance Pre-Adamite pride rest rose scarce seem'd Selim Seyd she-the shore silent slave sleep smile soothe soul spirit stamp'd steed stern strife tale tear tell thee thine thou thought tide Timariot Turkish turn'd voice wave Whate'er wild words wound youth Zuleika
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Página 13 - 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 69 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime ? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Página 13 - 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 !8 Such is the aspect of this shore ; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.
Página 34 - But first, on earth as Vampire69 sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race ; There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse...
Página 64 - Orientale;" but for correctness of costume, beauty of description, and power of imagination, it far surpasses all European imitations; and bears such marks of originality, that those who have visited the East will find some difficulty in believing it to be more than a translation. As an Eastern tale, even Rasselas must bow before it; his " Happy Valley" will not bear a comparison with the "Hall of Eblis.
Página 69 - 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 color though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 168 - Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
Página 168 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 58 - The mother of Sisera looked out at a window and cried through the lattice Why is his chariot so long in coming? why tarry the wheels of his chariots?
Página 74 - Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of Beauty's heavenly ray ? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might — the majesty of Loveliness...