The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Volumen 9J. Murray, 1832 |
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... deeds preserved in history's page Are better told than acted on the stage ; The ear sustains what shocks the timid eye , And horror thus subsides to sympathy . True Briton all beside , I here am French . Bloodshed ' tis surely better to ...
... deeds preserved in history's page Are better told than acted on the stage ; The ear sustains what shocks the timid eye , And horror thus subsides to sympathy . True Briton all beside , I here am French . Bloodshed ' tis surely better to ...
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... deed ? What ! not a word ! -and am I then so low ? Wilt thou forbear , who never spared a foe ? Hast thou no wrath , or wish to give it vent ? No wit for nobles , dunces by descent ? No jest on " minors , " quibbles on a name , ( 1 ) ...
... deed ? What ! not a word ! -and am I then so low ? Wilt thou forbear , who never spared a foe ? Hast thou no wrath , or wish to give it vent ? No wit for nobles , dunces by descent ? No jest on " minors , " quibbles on a name , ( 1 ) ...
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... deeds ! ( 2 ) Be ever hail'd with equal honour here The Gothic monarch and the Pictish peer : Arms gave the first ... deed disclaim . ( 1 ) [ On the original MS . is written- " Aspice quos Pallas Scoto concedit honores Infrà stat nomen ...
... deeds ! ( 2 ) Be ever hail'd with equal honour here The Gothic monarch and the Pictish peer : Arms gave the first ... deed disclaim . ( 1 ) [ On the original MS . is written- " Aspice quos Pallas Scoto concedit honores Infrà stat nomen ...
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... deed My curse shall light , on him and all his seed : Without one spark of intellectual fire , Be all the sons as senseless as the sire : If one with wit the parent brood disgrace , Believe him bastard of a brighter race : Still with ...
... deed My curse shall light , on him and all his seed : Without one spark of intellectual fire , Be all the sons as senseless as the sire : If one with wit the parent brood disgrace , Believe him bastard of a brighter race : Still with ...
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... deeds that taught her lawless son To do what oft Britannia's self had done . Look to the Baltic - blazing from afar , Your old ally yet mourns perfidious war . ( 1 ) Not to such deeds did Pallas lend her aid , Or break the compact which ...
... deeds that taught her lawless son To do what oft Britannia's self had done . Look to the Baltic - blazing from afar , Your old ally yet mourns perfidious war . ( 1 ) Not to such deeds did Pallas lend her aid , Or break the compact which ...
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antè arms Athens bard bear beauty Behold beneath blood bosom breast bride Bride of Abydos brow canto cheek Childe Harold Conrad Corsair couplet dare dark dear death deeds dread earth fair fate fear feel foes friends gaze GEORGE ELLIS Giaffir Giaour glance Greek grief Gulnare hand hate hath hear heart heaven heroic couplet hope hour live lonely Lord Byron MOORE ne'er never night o'er once Pacha Pallas Parthenon pass'd poem poet quæ quid rhyme Romaic scarce scene seem'd Selim shore slave smile song soothe soul tale tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Turkish Twas verse voice Waltz wave wild words Zuleika ἂν ἀπὸ δὲν διὰ Ἐγὼ εἶναι εἰς ἐν καὶ κὴ μὲ νὰ σᾶς τὰ τὰς τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν
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Página 205 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Página 150 - Such is the aspect of this shore; >Tis Greece, but living Greece no more So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath...
Página 206 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 262 - Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber...
Página 177 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Página 163 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Página 270 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled — and Mercy sigh'd farewell...
Página 97 - We know what we are, but we know not what we may be...
Página 213 - Such was Zuleika — such around her shone The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone ; The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, And, oh ! that eye was in itself a Soul...
Página 307 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.