The Works of Lord Byron: Lara. Siege of Corinth. Parisina. The prisoner of Chillon. Beppo. MazeppaJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... Venice ' rule at last ; And here , before her walls , with those To Greece and Venice equal foes , 80 He stood a foe , with all the zeal Which young and fiery converts feel , Within whose heated bosom throngs of a thousand wrongs . The ...
... Venice ' rule at last ; And here , before her walls , with those To Greece and Venice equal foes , 80 He stood a foe , with all the zeal Which young and fiery converts feel , Within whose heated bosom throngs of a thousand wrongs . The ...
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. To him had Venice ceased to be Her ancient civic boast " the Free ; " 85 And in the ... Venice gave of yore ? A hundred years have roll'd away Since he refix'd the Moslem's sway ; 90 95 100 105 And now he ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. To him had Venice ceased to be Her ancient civic boast " the Free ; " 85 And in the ... Venice gave of yore ? A hundred years have roll'd away Since he refix'd the Moslem's sway ; 90 95 100 105 And now he ...
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... Venice wrung away From Patra to Euboea's bay , ) Minotti held in Corinth's towers The Doge's delegated powers , While yet the pitying eye of Peace Smiled o'er her long forgotten Greece : And ere that faithless truce was broke Which ...
... Venice wrung away From Patra to Euboea's bay , ) Minotti held in Corinth's towers The Doge's delegated powers , While yet the pitying eye of Peace Smiled o'er her long forgotten Greece : And ere that faithless truce was broke Which ...
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... Venice ; and her hated race " Have felt the arm they would debase " Scourge , with a whip of scorpions , those " Whom vice and envy made my foes . ' Upon his hand she laid her own— 550 Light was the touch , but it thrill'd to the bone ...
... Venice ; and her hated race " Have felt the arm they would debase " Scourge , with a whip of scorpions , those " Whom vice and envy made my foes . ' Upon his hand she laid her own— 550 Light was the touch , but it thrill'd to the bone ...
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... torrent o'er the rest . He sue for mercy ! He dismay'd By wild words of a timid maid ! He , wrong'd by Venice , vow to save Her sons , devoted to the grave ! 615 No - though that cloud were thunder's worst , And 94 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
... torrent o'er the rest . He sue for mercy ! He dismay'd By wild words of a timid maid ! He , wrong'd by Venice , vow to save Her sons , devoted to the grave ! 615 No - though that cloud were thunder's worst , And 94 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
Términos y frases comunes
accents apostolic palace appear'd beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom bound breast breath brow call'd Cavalier Servente Charles XII cheek CHILLON cold dare dark dead death deep dread dream dungeon earth Ezzelin faint falchion fame fear feel fell felt fix'd forget gather'd gazed Geneve Giorgione glance grave grew half hand hath head heard heart heaven Hetman hope horsetails hour Kaled knew Lara Lara's Laura less limbs lips look look'd LORD BYRON Mazeppa Minotti ne'er never night nought numbers o'er once Otho Otho's Parisina pass'd past PRISONER OF CHILLON renegado rest roll'd rose round scarce seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent sire smile soul sound steed stood tale tears thee thine things thou thought thousand Turcoman Turks turn'd twas Venice voice wall waves Whate'er wild words wound youth
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Página 168 - In this last loss, of all the most ! And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less...
Página 173 - And then there was a little isle Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view ; A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Página 160 - 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; But this was for my father's faith I suffer'd chains and courted death...
Página 161 - A sunbeam which hath lost its way, And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left; Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp. And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain...
Página 170 - But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird! I could not wish for thine! Or if it were, in winged guise, A visitant from Paradise; For— Heaven forgive that thought!
Página 164 - 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...
Página 166 - God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Página 12 - All was so still, so soft in earth and air, You scarce would start to meet a spirit there ; Secure that nought of evil could delight To walk in such a scene, on such a night...
Página 172 - Who loved me in a human shape ; , And the whole earth would henceforth be A wider prison unto me; No child, no sire, no kin had I, No partner in my misery ; I thought of this, and I was glad, For thought of them had made me mad ; But I was curious to ascend To my barr'd windows, and to bend Once more, upon the mountains high, The quiet of a loving eye.
Página 170 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think. I know not if it late were free, Or broke its cage to perch on mine, But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird ! I could not wish for thine.