Lord Byron's Select Works: Consisting of Cain ... Hours of Idleness; English Bards and Scotch Reviewers; with Occasional Pieces; and Life of the AuthorC. Daly, 1841 - 320 páginas |
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... was ruin and disgrace . His life was one unvaried round of irregularity and debauchery . His first wife was the illfated Marchioness of Carmarthen , whom . of William , fourth Lord Byron ) by his second iv LIFE OF LORD BYRON .
... was ruin and disgrace . His life was one unvaried round of irregularity and debauchery . His first wife was the illfated Marchioness of Carmarthen , whom . of William , fourth Lord Byron ) by his second iv LIFE OF LORD BYRON .
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... round which I linger oft , In twilight's hour , to catch a glimpse of those Gardens which are my just inheritance , Eer the night closes o'er the inhibited walls And the immortal trees which overtop The cherubim - defended battlements ...
... round which I linger oft , In twilight's hour , to catch a glimpse of those Gardens which are my just inheritance , Eer the night closes o'er the inhibited walls And the immortal trees which overtop The cherubim - defended battlements ...
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... round it , like the light Which shone the roundest of the stars , when I Beheld them from the skirts of Paradise . Methinks they both , as we recede from them , Appear to join the innumerable stars Which are around us ; and , as we move ...
... round it , like the light Which shone the roundest of the stars , when I Beheld them from the skirts of Paradise . Methinks they both , as we recede from them , Appear to join the innumerable stars Which are around us ; and , as we move ...
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... round us . Luc . Advance ! Cain . Luc . And thou ! Fear not - without me thou Couldst not have gone beyond thy world . On ! on ! [ They disappear through the clouds . SCENE II . - Hades . Enter LUCIFER and CAIN . Cain . How silent and ...
... round us . Luc . Advance ! Cain . Luc . And thou ! Fear not - without me thou Couldst not have gone beyond thy world . On ! on ! [ They disappear through the clouds . SCENE II . - Hades . Enter LUCIFER and CAIN . Cain . How silent and ...
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... Round our regretted and unenter'd Eden , Nor wear the form of man as I have view'd it In Adam's , and in Abel's , and in mine , Nor in my sister - bride's , nor in my children's : And yet they have an aspect , which , though not Of men ...
... Round our regretted and unenter'd Eden , Nor wear the form of man as I have view'd it In Adam's , and in Abel's , and in mine , Nor in my sister - bride's , nor in my children's : And yet they have an aspect , which , though not Of men ...
Términos y frases comunes
Abel Adah art thou bard beautiful behold beneath blest blood bosom breast breath brother brow Cain Calmar canst Catullus cheek curse dare dark dead dear death deeds dost thou dread dream Dunciad dwell E'en earth Edinburgh Review eyes fair fame fate father fear feel foes fond friendship gentle Giaour glory glow grave hail hate hath heart heaven honour hope hour immortal kiss lips live Lochlin look Lord Byron love's last adieu lyre Mathon mind mortal muse ne'er never Newstead Abbey night Nisus and Euryalus numbers o'er once Orla Oscar Pallas pangs perchance poem praise resign rhyme Samian wine scarce scene seem'd shalt shine sigh sire sleep smile song soul spirit sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought truth twas twill verse voice wave weep wilt wing youth Zillah
Pasajes populares
Página 241 - The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow; It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
Página 264 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, "With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 263 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 211 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low: So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest . Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 245 - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Página 2 - Souls who dare use their immortality — Souls who dare look the Omnipotent tyrant in His everlasting face, and tell him that His evil is not good!
Página 128 - Shades of the dead ! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale!" Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale.
Página 293 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot ! A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Página 263 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
Página 244 - What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no;— the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one, arise,— we come, we come!