The Works of Lord Byron, Volumen 1Carey, 1843 |
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... dirt ; Ne personage of high or mean degree Doth care for cleanness of surtout or shirt , Though shent with Egypt's plague , unkempt , unwash'd , un- hurt . XVIII . Poor , paltry slaves ! yet born ' CANTO 1 . 15 PILGRIMAGE .
... dirt ; Ne personage of high or mean degree Doth care for cleanness of surtout or shirt , Though shent with Egypt's plague , unkempt , unwash'd , un- hurt . XVIII . Poor , paltry slaves ! yet born ' CANTO 1 . 15 PILGRIMAGE .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Thomas Moore. XVIII . Poor , paltry slaves ! yet born ' midst noblest scenes →→ Why , Nature , waste thy wonders on such men ? Lo ! Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes In variegated maze of mount and glen ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Thomas Moore. XVIII . Poor , paltry slaves ! yet born ' midst noblest scenes →→ Why , Nature , waste thy wonders on such men ? Lo ! Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes In variegated maze of mount and glen ...
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... slave , the lowest of the low . ( 1 ) XXXIV . But ere the mingling bounds have far been pass'd , Dark Guadiana rolls his power along In sullen billows , murmuring and vast , So noted ancient roundelays among . Whilome upon his banks did ...
... slave , the lowest of the low . ( 1 ) XXXIV . But ere the mingling bounds have far been pass'd , Dark Guadiana rolls his power along In sullen billows , murmuring and vast , So noted ancient roundelays among . Whilome upon his banks did ...
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... slaves ? - the fires of death , ( 1 ) Count Julian's daughter , the Helen of Spain . Pelagius preserved his inde pendence in the fastnesses of the Asturias , and the descendants of his followers after some centuries , completed their ...
... slaves ? - the fires of death , ( 1 ) Count Julian's daughter , the Helen of Spain . Pelagius preserved his inde pendence in the fastnesses of the Asturias , and the descendants of his followers after some centuries , completed their ...
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... slaves of Treachery : Fond of a land which gave them nought but life Pride points the path that leads to Liberty ; Back to the struggle , baffled in the strife , War , war is still the cry , " War even to the knife ! " ( " ) LXXXVII ...
... slaves of Treachery : Fond of a land which gave them nought but life Pride points the path that leads to Liberty ; Back to the struggle , baffled in the strife , War , war is still the cry , " War even to the knife ! " ( " ) LXXXVII ...
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Página 174 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Página 101 - 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 137 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Página 113 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Página 155 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady...
Página 472 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell — My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are : — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
Página 101 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance; let joy be unconfined ! No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet...
Página 186 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 46 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Página 303 - Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life ! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away...