The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volumen 10J. Murray, 1835 |
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... Twas all they knew , that Lara was not there ; Nor sent , nor came he , till conjecture grew Cold in the many , anxious in the few . His hall scarce echoes with his wonted name , His portrait darkens in its fading frame , Another chief ...
... Twas all they knew , that Lara was not there ; Nor sent , nor came he , till conjecture grew Cold in the many , anxious in the few . His hall scarce echoes with his wonted name , His portrait darkens in its fading frame , Another chief ...
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... quickly seen , Whate'er he be , ' twas not what he had been : That brow in furrow'd lines had fix'd at last , And spake of passions , but of passion past : The pride , but not the fire , of early C 4 CANTO I. 23 LARA .
... quickly seen , Whate'er he be , ' twas not what he had been : That brow in furrow'd lines had fix'd at last , And spake of passions , but of passion past : The pride , but not the fire , of early C 4 CANTO I. 23 LARA .
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... Twas strange - in youth all action and all life , Burning for pleasure , not averse from strife ; Woman - the field - the ocean - all that gave Promise of gladness , peril of a grave , In turn he tried — he ransack'd all below , And ...
... Twas strange - in youth all action and all life , Burning for pleasure , not averse from strife ; Woman - the field - the ocean - all that gave Promise of gladness , peril of a grave , In turn he tried — he ransack'd all below , And ...
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... of other times , ' Twas all they left of virtues or of crimes , Save vague tradition ; and the gloomy vaults . That hid their dust , their foibles , and their faults ; And half a column of the pompous page , That 28 CANTO I. LARA .
... of other times , ' Twas all they left of virtues or of crimes , Save vague tradition ; and the gloomy vaults . That hid their dust , their foibles , and their faults ; And half a column of the pompous page , That 28 CANTO I. LARA .
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... Twas midnight - all was slumber ; the lone light Dimm'd in the lamp , as loth to break the night . Hark ! there be murmurs heard in Lara's hall A sound - a voice - a shriek - a fearful call ! A long , loud shriek — and silence - did ...
... Twas midnight - all was slumber ; the lone light Dimm'd in the lamp , as loth to break the night . Hark ! there be murmurs heard in Lara's hall A sound - a voice - a shriek - a fearful call ! A long , loud shriek — and silence - did ...
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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...