The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volumen 10J. Murray, 1835 |
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... heart away ! VII . The Roman , ( 1 ) when his burning heart Was slaked with blood of Rome , Threw down the dagger - dared depart , In savage grandeur , home.— He dared depart in utter scorn Of men that such a yoke had borne , Yet left ...
... heart away ! VII . The Roman , ( 1 ) when his burning heart Was slaked with blood of Rome , Threw down the dagger - dared depart , In savage grandeur , home.— He dared depart in utter scorn Of men that such a yoke had borne , Yet left ...
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... heart To see thine own unstrung ; To think that God's fair world hath been The footstool of a thing so mean ; ( 1 ) [ Charles the Fifth , Emperor of Germany , and King of Spain , re- signed , in 1555 , his imperial crown to his brother ...
... heart To see thine own unstrung ; To think that God's fair world hath been The footstool of a thing so mean ; ( 1 ) [ Charles the Fifth , Emperor of Germany , and King of Spain , re- signed , in 1555 , his imperial crown to his brother ...
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... heart within of rest ! With none to check , and few to point in time The thousand paths that slope the way to crime ; Then , when he most required commandment , then Had Lara's daring boyhood govern❜d men . It skills not , boots not ...
... heart within of rest ! With none to check , and few to point in time The thousand paths that slope the way to crime ; Then , when he most required commandment , then Had Lara's daring boyhood govern❜d men . It skills not , boots not ...
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... heart the world hath stung , ( 1 ) That darts in seeming playfulness around , And makes those feel that will not own the wound ; ( 1 ) [ It is a remarkable property of the poetry of Lord Byron , that although his manner is frequently ...
... heart the world hath stung , ( 1 ) That darts in seeming playfulness around , And makes those feel that will not own the wound ; ( 1 ) [ It is a remarkable property of the poetry of Lord Byron , that although his manner is frequently ...
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... heart in scorn had gazed On that the feebler elements hath raised ; The rapture of his heart had look'd on high , And ask'd if greater dwelt beyond the sky : Chain'd to excess , the slave of each extreme , How woke he from the wildness ...
... heart in scorn had gazed On that the feebler elements hath raised ; The rapture of his heart had look'd on high , And ask'd if greater dwelt beyond the sky : Chain'd to excess , the slave of each extreme , How woke he from the wildness ...
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Alhama apostolic palace beautiful behold beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath bright brow Château de Chillon Chillon cold Corinth dared dark dead death deep dream dungeon earth Ezzelin fame fate fear feel fell fix'd gazed Giaour GIFFORD glance glory grave grew grief hand hast hath heard heart heaven hour King knew Lara Lara's less light living look look'd Lord Byron Madame de Staël Mariamne mind mingled MONODY Moore mortal ne'er never night numbers o'er once Parisina pass'd poem poetry R. B. SHERIDAN rest roll'd says scarce seem'd Sheridan shore Siege of Corinth sigh SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile sorrow soul spirit STANZAS steed stood strife tears thee thine thing thou art thought turn'd twas voice wall waves weep Whate'er wild wither'd words wound youth
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Página vii - They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Página 75 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 274 - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
Página 228 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Página 186 - 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 canst know again : Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show ! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'T was not well to spurn it so.
Página 232 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave, Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay; We heard it ripple night and day; Sounding o'er our heads it knocked.
Página 241 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote; At last men came to set me free...
Página 237 - No check — no change — no good — no crime — But silence, and a stirless breath Which neither was of life nor death; A sea of stagnant idleness, Blind, boundless, mute, and motionless!
Página 187 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth, Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more may meet.
Página 272 - THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me...