The Works of Lord Byron: Lara. Siege of Corinth. Parisina. The prisoner of Chillon. Beppo. MazeppaJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... Twas all they knew , that Lara was not there ; 30 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 ...
... Twas all they knew , that Lara was not there ; 30 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 ...
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... 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 days , Coldness of mien , and carelessness of praise ; A high demeanour ...
... 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 days , Coldness of mien , and carelessness of praise ; A high demeanour ...
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... Twas strange - in youth all action and all life , 115 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 , 115 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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... 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 speeds the specious tale from age to age ...
... 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 speeds the specious tale from age to age ...
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. XII . ' 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 ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. XII . ' 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 ...
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.