The works of lord Byron, Volumen 2 |
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... truths imparted now " Here rest I - not to see thee wed : " But be that peril on my head ! " XXII . Zuleika , mute and motionless , Stood like that statue of distress , 970 When , her last hope for ever gone , The CANTO II . 47 OF ABYDOS .
... truths imparted now " Here rest I - not to see thee wed : " But be that peril on my head ! " XXII . Zuleika , mute and motionless , Stood like that statue of distress , 970 When , her last hope for ever gone , The CANTO II . 47 OF ABYDOS .
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... rest , and joy in every change . " Oh , who can tell ? not thou , luxurious slave ! " Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; 10 " Not thou , vain lord of wantonness and ease ! " Whom slumber soothes not -- pleasure cannot ...
... rest , and joy in every change . " Oh , who can tell ? not thou , luxurious slave ! " Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; 10 " Not thou , vain lord of wantonness and ease ! " Whom slumber soothes not -- pleasure cannot ...
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... rest that soothes his lot ! Mark - how that lone and blighted bosom sears The scathing thought of execrated years ! Behold - but who hath seen , or e'er shall see , Man as himself - the secret spirit free ? 250 XI . Yet was not Conrad ...
... rest that soothes his lot ! Mark - how that lone and blighted bosom sears The scathing thought of execrated years ! Behold - but who hath seen , or e'er shall see , Man as himself - the secret spirit free ? 250 XI . Yet was not Conrad ...
Página 85
... rest no better than the thing he seem'd ; And scorn'd the best as hypocrites who hid Those deeds the bolder spirit plainly did . He knew himself detested , but he knew 260 265 270 The hearts that loath'd him , crouch'd and dreaded too ...
... rest no better than the thing he seem'd ; And scorn'd the best as hypocrites who hid Those deeds the bolder spirit plainly did . He knew himself detested , but he knew 260 265 270 The hearts that loath'd him , crouch'd and dreaded too ...
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... rest before they toil anew ; 26 405 410 415 My love ! thou mock'st my weakness ; and would'st " steel 420 " My breast before the time when it must feel ; " But trifle now no more with my distress , " Such mirth hath less of play than ...
... rest before they toil anew ; 26 405 410 415 My love ! thou mock'st my weakness ; and would'st " steel 420 " My breast before the time when it must feel ; " But trifle now no more with my distress , " Such mirth hath less of play than ...
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...