The works of lord Byron, Volumen 2 |
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... rose . Note 2 , page 9 , line 17 . Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ! " Souls made of fire and children of the Sun , " With whom Revenge is Virtue . " YOUNG'S REVENGE . Note 3 , page 12 , line 2 . With Mejnoun's tale ...
... rose . Note 2 , page 9 , line 17 . Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ! " Souls made of fire and children of the Sun , " With whom Revenge is Virtue . " YOUNG'S REVENGE . Note 3 , page 12 , line 2 . With Mejnoun's tale ...
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... roses . The Persian is the finest . Note 16 , page 19 , line 14 . The pictured roof and marble floor . The ceiling and wainscots , or rather walls , of the Mus- sulman apartments are generally ... rose " are sad or merry 60 NOTES TO THE.
... roses . The Persian is the finest . Note 16 , page 19 , line 14 . The pictured roof and marble floor . The ceiling and wainscots , or rather walls , of the Mus- sulman apartments are generally ... rose " are sad or merry 60 NOTES TO THE.
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) " Lover of the rose " are sad or merry ; and Mr. Fox's remarks on the subject have provoked some learned con- troversy as to the opinions of the ancients on the subject . I dare not venture a ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) " Lover of the rose " are sad or merry ; and Mr. Fox's remarks on the subject have provoked some learned con- troversy as to the opinions of the ancients on the subject . I dare not venture a ...
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... rose - she sprung - she clung to his embrace , Till his heart heaved beneath her hidden face . He dared not raise to his that deep blue eye , Which downcast droop'd in tearless agony . Her long fair hair lay floating o'er his arms , In ...
... rose - she sprung - she clung to his embrace , Till his heart heaved beneath her hidden face . He dared not raise to his that deep blue eye , Which downcast droop'd in tearless agony . Her long fair hair lay floating o'er his arms , In ...
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... rose his band to duty - not from sleep- Equipp'd for deeds alike on land or deep ; While lean'd their leader o'er the fretting flood , And calmly talk'd - and yet he talk'd of blood ! 605 END OF CANTO I. THE CORSAIR . CANTO II ...
... rose his band to duty - not from sleep- Equipp'd for deeds alike on land or deep ; While lean'd their leader o'er the fretting flood , And calmly talk'd - and yet he talk'd of blood ! 605 END OF CANTO I. THE CORSAIR . CANTO II ...
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...