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... youth possess'd me ; My goblets blush'd from every vine , And lovely forms caress'd me ; I sunn'd my heart in beauty's eyes , And felt my soul grow tender ; All earth can give , or mortal prize , Was mine of regal splendour , II . I ...
... youth possess'd me ; My goblets blush'd from every vine , And lovely forms caress'd me ; I sunn'd my heart in beauty's eyes , And felt my soul grow tender ; All earth can give , or mortal prize , Was mine of regal splendour , II . I ...
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... youth , He heard the king's command , He saw that writing's truth . The lamps around were bright , The prophecy in view ; He read it on that night , — The morrow proved it true . VI . " Belshazzar's grave is made , His kingdom pass'd ...
... youth , He heard the king's command , He saw that writing's truth . The lamps around were bright , The prophecy in view ; He read it on that night , — The morrow proved it true . VI . " Belshazzar's grave is made , His kingdom pass'd ...
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... youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above ; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain : And to be wroth with one we love , Doth work like madness in the brain ; * * * But never either found ...
... youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above ; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain : And to be wroth with one we love , Doth work like madness in the brain ; * * * But never either found ...
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... youth- On things that were not , and on things that are― Even upon such a basis hast thou built A monument , whose cement hath been guilt ! The moral Clytemnestra of thy lord , And hew'd down , with an unsuspected sword , Fame , peace ...
... youth- On things that were not , and on things that are― Even upon such a basis hast thou built A monument , whose cement hath been guilt ! The moral Clytemnestra of thy lord , And hew'd down , with an unsuspected sword , Fame , peace ...
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... youth Standing upon a hill , a gentle hill , Green and of mild declivity , the last As ' twere the cape of a long ... youth , were there Gazing - the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself - but the boy gazed on her ; And both were ...
... youth Standing upon a hill , a gentle hill , Green and of mild declivity , the last As ' twere the cape of a long ... youth , were there Gazing - the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself - but the boy gazed on her ; And both were ...
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The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: With a Memoir : Ten Volumes in Five, Volumen 1 Vista completa - 1877 |
Términos y frases comunes
abbey abbot Adieu AGE OF BRONZE Alhama avea badía beauty behold better blood Bluem bosom breast canst canto clime Cortana damn'd Dante dead dear death Devil dream dust earth eternal eyes fame fate feel foes forget FRANCESCA OF RIMINI gaze giant glory hath heart heaven hell honour hope hour immortal John Horne Tooke kings knew l'abate Lady Blueb less Lord Byron Michael mind Moore Morgante MORGANTE MAGGIORE ne'er never Newstead Abbey o'er once Orlando pass'd Passamont passion poem poet praise published 1832 Pulci Ravenna rhyme Saint Saint Peter Satan Satanic School Scamp seem'd shore sigh smile song sorrow soul Southey spirit stanzas sweet tears terza rima thee thine things Thomas Moore thou art thou hast thought throne tomb turn'd verse Wat Tyler weep words written
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Página 287 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains of one Who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery If inscribed over human ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of BOATSWAIN, a Dog, Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey, Nov. 18, 1808.
Página 282 - If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Página 39 - 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 can'st know again: Would that breast by thee glanc'd over, Every inmost thought could show!
Página 408 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece — she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake. And then strike home!
Página 288 - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonoured falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth: While man, vain insect!
Página 70 - That in the antique Oratory shook His bosom in its solitude ; and then — As in that hour— a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced...
Página 368 - Titan ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise, What was thy pity's recompense? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
Página 32 - 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 46 - Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted, It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee.
Página 324 - Ay, but to die, and go," alas ! Where all have gone, and all must go ! To be the nothing that I was Ere born to life and living woe ! — Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen, Count o'er thy days from anguish free, And know, whatever thou hast been, 'Tis something better not to be.