The works of ... lord Byron, Volúmenes 7-8 |
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... blood of earth flow on as they have flow'd , An universal deluge , which appears Without an ark for wretched man's abode , And ebbs but to reflow ! -Renew thy rainbow , God ! XCIII . - What from this barren being do we reap ? Our senses ...
... blood of earth flow on as they have flow'd , An universal deluge , which appears Without an ark for wretched man's abode , And ebbs but to reflow ! -Renew thy rainbow , God ! XCIII . - What from this barren being do we reap ? Our senses ...
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... blood to vomit crime , And fatal have her Saturnalia been To Freedom's cause , in every age and clime ; Because the deadly days which we have seen , And vile Ambition , that built up between Man and his hopes an adamantine wall And the ...
... blood to vomit crime , And fatal have her Saturnalia been To Freedom's cause , in every age and clime ; Because the deadly days which we have seen , And vile Ambition , that built up between Man and his hopes an adamantine wall And the ...
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... he was more Than a merc Alexander , and , unstain'd With household blood and wine , serenely wore His sovereign virtues still we Traja'ns name adore . 54 -- CXII . Where is the rock of Triumph , the 148 Canto IV . CHILDE HAROLD'S .
... he was more Than a merc Alexander , and , unstain'd With household blood and wine , serenely wore His sovereign virtues still we Traja'ns name adore . 54 -- CXII . Where is the rock of Triumph , the 148 Canto IV . CHILDE HAROLD'S .
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... blood : Here a proud people's passions were exhaled , From the first hour of empire in the bud To that when further worlds to conquer fail'd ; But long before had Freedom's face been veil'd , And Anarchy assumed her attributes ; Till ...
... blood : Here a proud people's passions were exhaled , From the first hour of empire in the bud To that when further worlds to conquer fail'd ; But long before had Freedom's face been veil'd , And Anarchy assumed her attributes ; Till ...
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... blood shall not sink in the ground ; To thee I do devote it thou shalt take The vengeance , which shall yet be sought and found , Which if I have not taken for the sake But let that pass I sleep , but thou shalt yet awake ― CXXXIV . And ...
... blood shall not sink in the ground ; To thee I do devote it thou shalt take The vengeance , which shall yet be sought and found , Which if I have not taken for the sake But let that pass I sleep , but thou shalt yet awake ― CXXXIV . And ...
Términos y frases comunes
Alban hill Alhama amongst ancient Ariosto Arqua beauty beheld beneath blood Boccaccio breast breath brow called Canto Certaldo CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE Chioza church Cicero Comitium Darvell dead death Decameron deep dust earth edit Egeria eyes fame feel Ficus Ruminalis Florence foes gaze glory gondola hath heart heaven hills honour hope horse hour immortal inscription Italian Italy King lake Latian Laura light limbs Livy look Mazeppa mind mortal mountains Muses Nardini never night Note o'er once Padua pass passion Petrarch poet Roman Rome round ruin Sanguinetto scene seem'd seems seen shore smiled song soul spirit spot stars statue story Suetonius sweet Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought throne tomb tree twas Venetians Venice Vettor Pisani voice walls waters waves wild wind wolf words καὶ
Pasajes populares
Página 20 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 184 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 94 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Página 11 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Página 183 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Página 18 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Página 154 - Oh Love ! no habitant of earth thou art — An unseen seraph, we believe in thee, A faith whose martyrs are the broken heart, But never yet hath seen, nor e'er shall see The naked eye, thy form, as it should be ; The mind hath made thee, as it peopled heaven, Even with its own desiring phantasy, And to a thought such shape and image given, As haunts the unquench'd soul — parch'd — wearied — wrung — and riven.
Página 158 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, ' And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
Página 36 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Página 19 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.