The Works of Lord Byron: Lara. Siege of Corinth. Parisina. The prisoner of Chillon. Beppo. MazeppaJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... sound his hurried tread O'er the dark gallery , where his fathers frown'd In rude but antique portraiture around : 135 They heard , but whisper'd- " that must not be known— " The sound of words less earthly than his own . 140 " Yes ...
... sound his hurried tread O'er the dark gallery , where his fathers frown'd In rude but antique portraiture around : 135 They heard , but whisper'd- " that must not be known— " The sound of words less earthly than his own . 140 " Yes ...
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... sound - a voice - a shriek - a fearful call ! A long , loud shriek - and silence - did they hear 205 That frantic echo burst the sleeping ear ? They heard and rose , and tremulously brave Rush where the sound invoked their aid to save ...
... sound - a voice - a shriek - a fearful call ! A long , loud shriek - and silence - did they hear 205 That frantic echo burst the sleeping ear ? They heard and rose , and tremulously brave Rush where the sound invoked their aid to save ...
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... sound , as but remember'd then ; Unless ' twas Lara's wonted voice that spake , For then , ear , eyes , and heart would all awake . 590 XXVIII . He had look'd down upon the festive hall , And mark'd that sudden strife so mark'd of all ...
... sound , as but remember'd then ; Unless ' twas Lara's wonted voice that spake , For then , ear , eyes , and heart would all awake . 590 XXVIII . He had look'd down upon the festive hall , And mark'd that sudden strife so mark'd of all ...
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... sound , The million judged but of him as they found ; From him by sterner chiefs to exile driven They but required a shelter , and ' twas given . By him no peasant mourn'd his rifled cot , And scarce the Serf could murmur o'er his lot ...
... sound , The million judged but of him as they found ; From him by sterner chiefs to exile driven They but required a shelter , and ' twas given . By him no peasant mourn'd his rifled cot , And scarce the Serf could murmur o'er his lot ...
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... sound , While gazed the rest in dumb amazement round : They seem'd even then - that twain - unto the last To half forget the present in the past ; 1096 To share between themselves some separate fate , Whose darkness none beside should ...
... sound , While gazed the rest in dumb amazement round : They seem'd even then - that twain - unto the last To half forget the present in the past ; 1096 To share between themselves some separate fate , Whose darkness none beside should ...
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
Pasajes populares
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.