The poetical works of lord Byron, ed. with a critical mem. by W. M. RossettiWard Lock, 1880 |
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... spirits fled , No future laurels deck a noble head ; No muse will cheer with renovating smile , The paralytic puling ... spirit , rising from the dead , Revives in Laura , Quiz , and X.Y.Z. † When some brisk youth , the tenant of a stall ...
... spirits fled , No future laurels deck a noble head ; No muse will cheer with renovating smile , The paralytic puling ... spirit , rising from the dead , Revives in Laura , Quiz , and X.Y.Z. † When some brisk youth , the tenant of a stall ...
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... spirit shall resume , Leap from Eurotas ' banks , and call thee from the tomb ? LXXIV . Spirit of Freedom ! when on Phyle's brow Thou sat'st with Thrasybulus and his train , Couldst thou forbode the dismal hour which now Dims the green ...
... spirit shall resume , Leap from Eurotas ' banks , and call thee from the tomb ? LXXIV . Spirit of Freedom ! when on Phyle's brow Thou sat'st with Thrasybulus and his train , Couldst thou forbode the dismal hour which now Dims the green ...
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... spirit move Which heeds nor keen reproach nor partial praise , Since cold each kinder heart that might approve , And none are left to please where none are left to love . XCV . Thou too art gone , thou loved and lovely one ! Whom youth ...
... spirit move Which heeds nor keen reproach nor partial praise , Since cold each kinder heart that might approve , And none are left to please where none are left to love . XCV . Thou too art gone , thou loved and lovely one ! Whom youth ...
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... spirit , blended with thy birth , And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings ' dearth . VII . Yet must I think less wildly : I have thought Too long and darkly , till my brain became , In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought , A ...
... spirit , blended with thy birth , And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings ' dearth . VII . Yet must I think less wildly : I have thought Too long and darkly , till my brain became , In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought , A ...
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... spirits against whom his own rebell'd ; Proud though in desolation ; which could find A life within itself , to breathe ... spirit to that flight , He had been happy ; but this clay will sink Its spark immortal , envying it the light To ...
... spirits against whom his own rebell'd ; Proud though in desolation ; which could find A life within itself , to breathe ... spirit to that flight , He had been happy ; but this clay will sink Its spark immortal , envying it the light To ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adah Anah art thou aught beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cæs Cain call'd Calmar coursers dare dark dead death deep Doge doth dread dream e'er earth eyes fair fame father fear feel gaze Giaour glory grave Greece hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Iden Juan king knew Lady leave less Lioni live look look'd lord Lucifer Michel Steno mortal Myrrha ne'er never night nought o'er once PANIA pass'd passion Rome round SARDANAPALUS satraps scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit stars Stral strange Suwarrow sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art thought turn'd twas twill unto voice wave whate'er wild words young youth
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Página 38 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Página 134 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 38 - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark! - that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! it is - it is - the cannon's opening roar!
Página 555 - 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 555 - 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 403 - Phoebus sprung. Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian Muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute Have found the fame your shores refuse. Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Página 64 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Página 64 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Página 64 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 403 - Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a blush - for Greece a tear.