The poetical works of lord Byron, with notes, Volumen 5Suttaby, 1885 |
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... 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 , There man , enamour'd of distress , Should mar it into ...
... 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 , There man , enamour'd of distress , Should mar it into ...
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... turn a palace to a tomb ; He came , he went , like the simoom , 20 That harbinger of fate and gloom , Beneath whose widely - wasting breath The very cypress droops to death- Dark tree , still sad when others ' grief is fled , The only ...
... turn a palace to a tomb ; He came , he went , like the simoom , 20 That harbinger of fate and gloom , Beneath whose widely - wasting breath The very cypress droops to death- Dark tree , still sad when others ' grief is fled , The only ...
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... unheard . Thou Paynim fool ! could Leila's prayer Be pass'd , and thine accorded there ? I watch'd my time , I leagued with these , The traitor in his turn to seize ; VOL . V. C My wrath is wreak'd , the deed is done , THE GIAOUR . 33.
... unheard . Thou Paynim fool ! could Leila's prayer Be pass'd , and thine accorded there ? I watch'd my time , I leagued with these , The traitor in his turn to seize ; VOL . V. C My wrath is wreak'd , the deed is done , THE GIAOUR . 33.
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... turn and tame the sterner heart ; From these its form and tone are ta'en , And what they make it , must remain , But break - before it bend again . * * * * * * * * * If solitude succeed to grief , Release from pain is slight relief ...
... turn and tame the sterner heart ; From these its form and tone are ta'en , And what they make it , must remain , But break - before it bend again . * * * * * * * * * If solitude succeed to grief , Release from pain is slight relief ...
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... turn'd mine eye , The Morning - star of Memory ! " Yes , Love indeed is light from heaven ; 71 A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared , by Alla given , To lift from earth our low desire . Devotion wafts the mind above , But ...
... turn'd mine eye , The Morning - star of Memory ! " Yes , Love indeed is light from heaven ; 71 A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared , by Alla given , To lift from earth our low desire . Devotion wafts the mind above , But ...
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...