The works of lord Byron, Volumen 3 |
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... breath , and shake his palsied head ; " Ours - the fresh turf , and not the feverish bed . " While gasp by gasp he falters forth his soul , " Ours with one pang - one bound - escapes control . " His corse may boast its urn and narrow ...
... breath , and shake his palsied head ; " Ours - the fresh turf , and not the feverish bed . " While gasp by gasp he falters forth his soul , " Ours with one pang - one bound - escapes control . " His corse may boast its urn and narrow ...
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... breathing from each silver spring , Whose scatter'd streams from granite basins burst , Leap into life , and sparkling woo your thirst ; From crag to cliff they mount - Near yonder cave , What lonely straggler looks along the wave ? In ...
... breathing from each silver spring , Whose scatter'd streams from granite basins burst , Leap into life , and sparkling woo your thirst ; From crag to cliff they mount - Near yonder cave , What lonely straggler looks along the wave ? In ...
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... none could truly tell— Too close inquiry his stern glance would quell . There breathe but few whose aspect might defy The full encounter of his searching eye : He had the skill , when Cunning's gaze would seek 16 CANTO I. THE CORSAIR .
... none could truly tell— Too close inquiry his stern glance would quell . There breathe but few whose aspect might defy The full encounter of his searching eye : He had the skill , when Cunning's gaze would seek 16 CANTO I. THE CORSAIR .
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... breath that faintly fann'd thy sail " The murmuring prelude of the ruder gale ; 66 Though soft , it seem'd the low prophetic dirge , “ That mourn'd thee floating on the savage surge : " Still would I rise to rouse the beacon fire ...
... breath that faintly fann'd thy sail " The murmuring prelude of the ruder gale ; 66 Though soft , it seem'd the low prophetic dirge , “ That mourn'd thee floating on the savage surge : " Still would I rise to rouse the beacon fire ...
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... breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath , Than there his wonted statelier step renew ; Nor rush , disturb'd by haste , to vulgar view : For well had Conrad learn'd to curb the crowd , By arts that veil , and oft preserve the ...
... breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath , Than there his wonted statelier step renew ; Nor rush , disturb'd by haste , to vulgar view : For well had Conrad learn'd to curb the crowd , By arts that veil , and oft preserve the ...
Términos y frases comunes
accents apostolic palace appear'd band beheld beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow Cavalier Servente Cephisus chain cheek chief Conrad Corsair dare dark dead death deeds deep doom dread dream earth Ezzelin fair falchion fame fate fear feel fell fetter'd fix'd gazed Geneve Giaour Giorgione glance grew grief Gulnare hand hate hath head heard heart heaven heroic couplet hope hour Kaled knew Lara Lara's Laura light limbs lips lone look look'd ne'er never night Note numbers o'er once Otho Pacha Parisina pass'd pride PRISONER OF CHILLON renegado rest roll'd scarce seem'd Seyd shore show'd SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent slave smile sought soul spirit stern stood strife sunk tale tears thee thine thou thought Turcoman turn'd twas Venice voice wall waves Whate'er wild wonted words youth
Pasajes populares
Página 7 - 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!
Página 282 - 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 273 - As to young eagles, being free) — A polar day, which will not see A sunset till its summer's gone, Its sleepless summer of long light, The snow-clad offspring of the sun: And thus he was as pure and bright, And in his natural spirit gay, With tears for nought but others...
Página 271 - And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left; Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp: And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain, With marks that will not wear away, Till I have done with this new day...
Página 269 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Página 278 - 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 284 - I saw them — and they were the same, They were not changed like me in frame; I saw their thousand years of snow On high — their wide long lake below, And the blue Rhone in fullest flow...
Página 8 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way...
Página 284 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Página 280 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard...