The Works of Lord Byron: Manfred. Hebrew melodies. Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Monody of the death of Sheridan. Lament of Tasso. PoemsJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... fair As e'er revolved round sun in air ; Its course was free and regular , Space bosom'd not a lovelier star . The hour arrived - and it became A wandering mass of shapeless flame , A pathless comet , and a curse , The menace of the ...
... fair As e'er revolved round sun in air ; Its course was free and regular , Space bosom'd not a lovelier star . The hour arrived - and it became A wandering mass of shapeless flame , A pathless comet , and a curse , The menace of the ...
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... fair , " & c . " There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that , when the Sons of God came in unto the daughters of men , and they bare children to them , the same became mighty men which were of old , men of renown ...
... fair , " & c . " There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that , when the Sons of God came in unto the daughters of men , and they bare children to them , the same became mighty men which were of old , men of renown ...
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... fair . The cedars wave on Lebanon , But Judah's statelier maids are gone ! 3 . 1 More blest each palm that shades those plains Than Israel's scatter'd race ; For , taking root , it there remains In solitary grace : It cannot quit its ...
... fair . The cedars wave on Lebanon , But Judah's statelier maids are gone ! 3 . 1 More blest each palm that shades those plains Than Israel's scatter'd race ; For , taking root , it there remains In solitary grace : It cannot quit its ...
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... art , It is enough to grieve the heart , To see thine own unstrung ; To think that God's fair world hath been The footstool of a thing so mean ; 10 . And Earth hath spilt her blood for him I 2 ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . 115.
... art , It is enough to grieve the heart , To see thine own unstrung ; To think that God's fair world hath been The footstool of a thing so mean ; 10 . And Earth hath spilt her blood for him I 2 ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . 115.
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... Fair Freedom ! we may hold thee dear , When thus thy mightiest foes their fear In humblest guise have shown . Oh ! ne'er may tyrant leave behind A brighter name to lure mankind ! 11 . Thine evil deeds are writ in gore , Nor written thus ...
... Fair Freedom ! we may hold thee dear , When thus thy mightiest foes their fear In humblest guise have shown . Oh ! ne'er may tyrant leave behind A brighter name to lure mankind ! 11 . Thine evil deeds are writ in gore , Nor written thus ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ABBOT Alhama AMBRACIAN GULF answer'd art thou ASTARTE battle of Chalons battle of Platea beautiful behold beneath blood bosom breast breath bright Cast crowns CHAMOIS charm clay clouds cold curse dare dark dead dear death deem'd deep despair dost doth dread dream dwell earth eyes feel gaze glance glassy ocean glory grave grief hand hath hear heaven hour immortal light live lonely look MANFRED MANUEL Mariamne mind mirth mortal mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er once pain pang pass'd Pausanias Pindus R. B. SHERIDAN SCENE shine shock Rocking sigh silent sleep smile song Sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears thine things thou art thou canst thou hast thou wert thought throne Thyrza thyself torture tremble Twere twill voice wandering wave weep WITCH wither'd words wouldst youth Ζώη ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Página 70 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 101 - 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 68 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Página 23 - It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Página 42 - Hear me, hear me — Astarte ! my beloved ! speak to me : I have so much endured, so much endure — Look on me ! the grave hath not changed thee more Than I am changed for thee. Thou lovedst me Too much, as I loved thee: we were not made To torture thus each other, though it were The deadliest sin to love as we have loved.
Página 164 - 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 209 - 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!
Página 235 - The palaces of crowned kings - the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, And men were gather'd round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face...
Página 241 - Not by the sport of nature, but of man: These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing — the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself — but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful; And both were young, yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon...
Página 58 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watchdog bay'd beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...