The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Volumen 5 |
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... Feels he , think you ? I have marked Barbarigo . He shows it not . Loredano . that the wretch ! Barbarigo . But yesterday , I hear , on his return To the ducal chambers , as he passed the threshold The old man fainted . Loredano . It ...
... Feels he , think you ? I have marked Barbarigo . He shows it not . Loredano . that the wretch ! Barbarigo . But yesterday , I hear , on his return To the ducal chambers , as he passed the threshold The old man fainted . Loredano . It ...
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... feel you ? Jacopo Foscari . There , sir , ' tis Like a boy - Oh Venice ! Limbs ! how often have they Guard . And your limbs ? Jacopo Foscari . born me Bounding o'er yon blue tide , as I have skimm'd The gondola along in childish race ...
... feel you ? Jacopo Foscari . There , sir , ' tis Like a boy - Oh Venice ! Limbs ! how often have they Guard . And your limbs ? Jacopo Foscari . born me Bounding o'er yon blue tide , as I have skimm'd The gondola along in childish race ...
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... feel native to my veins , And cool them into calmness ! How unlike The hot gales of the horrid Cyclades , Which howl'd about my Candiote dungeon , and Make my heart sick . Guard . I see the colour comes Back to your cheek : Heaven send ...
... feel native to my veins , And cool them into calmness ! How unlike The hot gales of the horrid Cyclades , Which howl'd about my Candiote dungeon , and Make my heart sick . Guard . I see the colour comes Back to your cheek : Heaven send ...
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... feeling for thy husband's wrongs , wouldst thou • Have him bear more than mortal pain , in silence ? Marina . We all must bear our tortures . I have not Left barren the great house of Foscari , Though they sweep both the Doge and son ...
... feeling for thy husband's wrongs , wouldst thou • Have him bear more than mortal pain , in silence ? Marina . We all must bear our tortures . I have not Left barren the great house of Foscari , Though they sweep both the Doge and son ...
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... feeling The wretch too happy to escape to death By the compassionate trance , poor nature's last Resource against the tyranny of pain ? Memmo I marvel they condemn him not at once . Senator . That's not their policy : they'd have him ...
... feeling The wretch too happy to escape to death By the compassionate trance , poor nature's last Resource against the tyranny of pain ? Memmo I marvel they condemn him not at once . Senator . That's not their policy : they'd have him ...
Términos y frases comunes
Amaun aught avait Barbarigo baron bear behold beneath better blood brow chamber chef Chief conseil des dix crime dare dark dead death decemvirs deeds dignité Doge doth doubt ducal dungeon e'er earth Enter Eric été Exeunt Exit father fear feel fils Frankfort Fritz Gabor Giaour grave hand hate hath hear heard heart heaven Henrick honour hour Hungarian Idenstein Jacopo Foscari Josephine lady leave less live look look'd lord Loredano Marina Memmo ne'er never night noble o'er Officer palace pause père peril poor Prague pray prince prince's Prior Albert qu'il qu'on république rest Rodolph scarce secret secret Passage Senator signor sire sought soul Stralenheim stranger tale tears thee thine things thou thought torture true Twas twere Twill Ulric vassals Venice Venise Wat Tyler wave Werner word wretch
Pasajes populares
Página 247 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear, And leave his sons a hope, a fame, They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son. Though baffled oft is ever won.
Página 244 - For there — the Rose o'er crag or vale, Sultana of the Nightingale, The maid for whom his melody, His thousand songs are heard on high, Blooms blushing to her lover's tale...
Página 246 - Such is the aspect of this shore; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.
Página 256 - The sting she nourished for her foes, Whose venom never yet was vain, Gives but one pang, and cures all pain, And darts into her desperate brain...
Página 8 - Which kiss'd it like a wine-cup, rising o'er The waves as they arose, and prouder still The loftier they uplifted me; and oft, In wantonness of spirit, plunging down Into their green and glassy gulfs, and making My way to shells and sea-weed...
Página 247 - Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, } The mountains of their native land ! There points thy muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die ! 'Tvvere long to tell, and sad to trace, Each step from splendour to disgrace...
Página 256 - Invites the young pursuer near, And leads him on from flower to flower A weary chase and wasted hour, Then leaves him, as it soars on high, With panting heart and tearful eye : So Beauty lures the full-grown child, With hue as bright, and wing as wild ; A chase of idle hopes and fears, Begun in folly, closed in tears.
Página 245 - The last of danger and distress; (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Página 8 - How many a time have I Cloven with arm still lustier, breast more daring, The wave all roughen'd ; with a swimmer's stroke Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair, And laughing from my lip the audacious brine, Which kiss'd it like a wine-cup, rising o'er The waves as they arose, and prouder still The loftier they uplifted me...
Página 270 - Dark and unearthly is the scowl That glares beneath his dusky cowl : The flash of that dilating eye Reveals too much of times gone by...