The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Volumen 5 |
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... rest . Jacopo Foscari . I thank thee , friend , I'm feeble ; But thou may'st stand reproved . Guard . zard . I'll stand the ha- Jacopo Foscari . That's kind : -- I meet some pity , but no mercy ; This is the first . Guard . they And ...
... rest . Jacopo Foscari . I thank thee , friend , I'm feeble ; But thou may'st stand reproved . Guard . zard . I'll stand the ha- Jacopo Foscari . That's kind : -- I meet some pity , but no mercy ; This is the first . Guard . they And ...
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... rest was nakedness , And lusts , and appetites , and vanities , The universal heritage , to battle With as we may , and least in humblest stations , Where hunger swallows all in one low want , And the original ordinance , that man Must ...
... rest was nakedness , And lusts , and appetites , and vanities , The universal heritage , to battle With as we may , and least in humblest stations , Where hunger swallows all in one low want , And the original ordinance , that man Must ...
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... rests Upen our will ; the will itself no less Depends upon a straw than on a storm ; And when we think we lead , we are most led , And still towards death , a thing which comes as much Without our act or choice , as birth , so that ...
... rests Upen our will ; the will itself no less Depends upon a straw than on a storm ; And when we think we lead , we are most led , And still towards death , a thing which comes as much Without our act or choice , as birth , so that ...
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... rest to me . Barbarigo . Why press his abdication now ? Loredano . feelings Of private passion may not interrupt The public benefit ; and what the state Decides to - day must not give way before To - morrow for a natural accident ...
... rest to me . Barbarigo . Why press his abdication now ? Loredano . feelings Of private passion may not interrupt The public benefit ; and what the state Decides to - day must not give way before To - morrow for a natural accident ...
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... rest . Were it a garden , I should deem thee happy , And stepping with the bee from flower to flower ; But here ! Werner . ' Tis chill ; the tapestry lets through The wind to which it waves : my blood is frozen . Josephine . Ah , no ...
... rest . Were it a garden , I should deem thee happy , And stepping with the bee from flower to flower ; But here ! Werner . ' Tis chill ; the tapestry lets through The wind to which it waves : my blood is frozen . Josephine . Ah , no ...
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...