The works of lord Byron, Volumen 2 |
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... hear Or sound or sign foreboding fear ; His eye but saw that light of love , The only star it hail'd above ; His ear but rang with Hero's song , " Ye waves , divide not lovers long ! " - That tale is old , but love anew May nerve young ...
... hear Or sound or sign foreboding fear ; His eye but saw that light of love , The only star it hail'd above ; His ear but rang with Hero's song , " Ye waves , divide not lovers long ! " - That tale is old , but love anew May nerve young ...
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... hear " How Giaffir wrought this deed of fear . 685 690 XIII . " How first their strife to rancour grew , " If love or envy made them foes , 695 " It matters little if I knew ; " In fiery spirits , slights , though few " And thoughtless ...
... hear " How Giaffir wrought this deed of fear . 685 690 XIII . " How first their strife to rancour grew , " If love or envy made them foes , 695 " It matters little if I knew ; " In fiery spirits , slights , though few " And thoughtless ...
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... hear whose desolating tale 795 " Would make thy waning cheek more pale : " Those arms thou see'st my band have brought , " The hands that wield are not remote ; " This cup too for the rugged knaves " Is fill'd — once quaff'd , they ne ...
... hear whose desolating tale 795 " Would make thy waning cheek more pale : " Those arms thou see'st my band have brought , " The hands that wield are not remote ; " This cup too for the rugged knaves " Is fill'd — once quaff'd , they ne ...
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... hear this signal , see the flash ; " Yet now too few --- the attempt were rash : " No matter --- yet one effort more . ' Forth to the cavern mouth he stept ; His pistol's echo rang on high . 99 990 995 1000 Zuleika started not , nor ...
... hear this signal , see the flash ; " Yet now too few --- the attempt were rash : " No matter --- yet one effort more . ' Forth to the cavern mouth he stept ; His pistol's echo rang on high . 99 990 995 1000 Zuleika started not , nor ...
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... hear me not , or if they ply Despair benumb'd her breast and eye ! --- " Their oars , ' tis but to see me die ; " That sound hath drawn my foes more nigh . " Then forth my father's scimitar , " Thou ne'er hast seen less equal war ...
... hear me not , or if they ply Despair benumb'd her breast and eye ! --- " Their oars , ' tis but to see me die ; " That sound hath drawn my foes more nigh . " Then forth my father's scimitar , " Thou ne'er hast seen less equal war ...
Términos y frases comunes
accents Amaun apostolic palace appear'd arms aught band beam bear beheld beneath betray'd blood bosom bread and salt breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow calpac CANTO cheek Conrad CORSAIR crime dare dark dead death deeds deep despair dread dream earth Ezzelin fair fate fear feel fix'd foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram Hassan hate hath head heard heart heaven hope hour Houris knew Koran land Lara Lara's light line 14 lonely look look'd mark'd ne'er night Note numbers o'er once Otho Pacha pale pass'd perchance pride rest rose round sabre scarce seem'd Selim Seyd shore silent slave smile sooth soul spirit stamp'd steed stern strife tale tear tell thee thine thou thought Timariot Turkish turn'd Twas twere voice wave Whate'er wild words wound youth Zuleika
Pasajes populares
Página 225 - 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, Bequeath'd by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won.
Página 7 - In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of ocean is deepest in dye ; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine ? 'Tis the clime of the East ; 'tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? 2 Oh ! wild as the accents of lovers...
Página 7 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 224 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd!
Página 76 - How gloriously her gallant course she goes! Her white wings flying — never from her foes — She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Página 165 - 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 224 - And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now. And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...
Página 73 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
Página 226 - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, 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...
Página 223 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...