The works of ... lord Byron, Volúmenes 5-6 |
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... spirit's o'er the plain : In midnight call to wonted prayer ; that chanted mournful strain , ' Twas musical , but sadly sweet ; 225 Such as when winds and harp - strings meet , And take a long unmeasured tone , To mortal minstrelsy ...
... spirit's o'er the plain : In midnight call to wonted prayer ; that chanted mournful strain , ' Twas musical , but sadly sweet ; 225 Such as when winds and harp - strings meet , And take a long unmeasured tone , To mortal minstrelsy ...
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... spirit spake in song . Oh , still her step at moments falters O'er withered fields , and ruined altars , And fain would wake , in souls too broken , By pointing to each glorious token . 340 But vain her voice , till better days Dawn in ...
... spirit spake in song . Oh , still her step at moments falters O'er withered fields , and ruined altars , And fain would wake , in souls too broken , By pointing to each glorious token . 340 But vain her voice , till better days Dawn in ...
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... spirits wrapt the dusky mountain , Their memory sparkled o'er the fountain ; The meanest rill , the mightiest river Rolled mingling with their fame for ever . Despite of every yoke she bears , That land is glory's still and theirs ...
... spirits wrapt the dusky mountain , Their memory sparkled o'er the fountain ; The meanest rill , the mightiest river Rolled mingling with their fame for ever . Despite of every yoke she bears , That land is glory's still and theirs ...
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... spirit less was pleased Than his , Minotti's son , who died 765 Where Asia's bounds and ours divide . Buried he lay , where thousands before For thousands of years were inhumed on the shore : What of them is left , to tell Where they ...
... spirit less was pleased Than his , Minotti's son , who died 765 Where Asia's bounds and ours divide . Buried he lay , where thousands before For thousands of years were inhumed on the shore : What of them is left , to tell Where they ...
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... , As he saw Alp staggering bow Before his words , as with a blow . " Oh God ! when died she ? " 815 " Yesternight- " Nor weep I for her spirit's flight ; " None of my pure race shall be " Slaves THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . -45.
... , As he saw Alp staggering bow Before his words , as with a blow . " Oh God ! when died she ? " 815 " Yesternight- " Nor weep I for her spirit's flight ; " None of my pure race shall be " Slaves THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . -45.
Términos y frases comunes
ABBOT Astarte beautiful beneath blood Bonnivard breast breath bright brow CHAMOIS CHILLON clay clouds cold dare darkness dead death deep dost doth double dungeon dread dream dungeon dwell earth eternal eyes Farewell fate fear feel fell Ferrara gazed Genève glance Glory to Arimanes grave Greece grew hand hath heard heart heaven horsetails hour hues immortal light living lone look LORD BYRON MANFRED MANUEL mighty heart mind Minotti moon Morea mortal mountain ne'er never night Note numbered o'er Parisina past Pausanias pause PRISONER OF CHILLON shine shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent sleep slumber smile soul sound spirit star steed stood sunbow's tears thee thine things thou art thou didst thought thyself torture turban Turcoman twas Venice voice wall wandering waves wild winds WITCH words youth ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Página 115 - the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watchdog bayed beyond the Tiber; and More near from out the Caesars' palace came The owl's long cry, and, interruptedly, Of distant sentinels the fitful song Begun and died upon the gentle wind. Some cypresses beyond the
Página 116 - roots with the imperial hearths, Ivy usurps the laurel's place of growth; — But the gladiators' bloody Circus stands, A noble wreck in ruinous perfection! While Caesar's chambers, and the Augustan halls, Grovel on earth in indistinct decay. — And thou didst shine, them rolling moon, upon All this, and cast a wide and tender light, Which
Página 10 - their father died, For the God their foes denied; Three were in a dungeon cast, Of whom this wreck is left the last, II. There are seven pillars of gothic mold, In Chillon's dungeons deep and old, There are seven columns, massy and grey, Dim with a dull imprisoned ray,
Página 65 - flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Página 108 - Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee Though it smile upon the blow, Even its praises must offend thee, Founded on another's woe — Though my many faults defaced me; Could no other arm be found Than the one which once embraced mo,
Página 28 - thou never couldst shake, — Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me, Though parted, it was not to fly, Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me, Nor, mute, that the world might belie. V. Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it, Nor the war of the many with one — And
Página 20 - like me to want a mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think. I know not if it late were free, Or broke its cage to perch on mine, 280
Página 14 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high iao 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 lo see The death that would have
Página 43 - came o'er the spirit of my dream. — The Wanderer was return'd. — I saw him stand Before an Altar — with a gentle bride; Her face was fair, but was not that which made The Starlight of his Boyhood; — as he stood Even at the altar, o'er his brow there came The selfsame aspect, and the quivering shock
Página 109 - came Things in my path which are no more. ABBOT. * Alas! I "gin to fear that thou art past all aid From me and from my calling; yet so young, I still would — MAN. Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and