The Siege of Corinth: A Poem ; Parisina : a PoemJohn Murray, 1816 - 89 páginas |
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... side , As if their waters chafed to meet , Yet pause and crouch beneath her feet . But could the blood before her shed Since first Timoleon's brother bled , 10 Or baffled Persia's despot fled , 15 Arise from out THE ...
... side , As if their waters chafed to meet , Yet pause and crouch beneath her feet . But could the blood before her shed Since first Timoleon's brother bled , 10 Or baffled Persia's despot fled , 15 Arise from out THE ...
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... side , The chiefs of Venice , wrung away From Patra to Euboea's bay , ) Minotti held in Corinth's towers The Doge's delegated powers , 170 While yet the pitying eye of Peace 175 Smiled o'er her long forgotten Greece : And ere that ...
... side , The chiefs of Venice , wrung away From Patra to Euboea's bay , ) Minotti held in Corinth's towers The Doge's delegated powers , 170 While yet the pitying eye of Peace 175 Smiled o'er her long forgotten Greece : And ere that ...
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... side to side he throws His form , in courtship of repose ; Or if he dozed , a sound , a start Awoke him with a sunken heart , 290 The turban on his hot brow pressed , The mail weighed lead - like on his breast , Though oft and long ...
... side to side he throws His form , in courtship of repose ; Or if he dozed , a sound , a start Awoke him with a sunken heart , 290 The turban on his hot brow pressed , The mail weighed lead - like on his breast , Though oft and long ...
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... side , The maid who might have been his bride ! 500 The rose was yet upon her cheek , But mellowed with a tenderer streak : Where was the play of her soft lips fled ? Gone was the smile that enlivened their red . The ocean's calm within ...
... side , The maid who might have been his bride ! 500 The rose was yet upon her cheek , But mellowed with a tenderer streak : Where was the play of her soft lips fled ? Gone was the smile that enlivened their red . The ocean's calm within ...
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... side ; Nor sees her swoln and full eye swim Less for her own despair than him : Those lids o'er which the violet vein- Wandering , leaves a tender stain , Shining through the smoothest white That e'er did softest kiss invite- Now seemed ...
... side ; Nor sees her swoln and full eye swim Less for her own despair than him : Those lids o'er which the violet vein- Wandering , leaves a tender stain , Shining through the smoothest white That e'er did softest kiss invite- Now seemed ...
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The Siege of Corinth: A Poem ; Parisina : a Poem George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Visualização completa - 1816 |
The Siege of Corinth: A Poem ; Parisina : a Poem George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Visualização completa - 1816 |
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avenged Azo's band beneath blood blow bosom breast breath bride brow Christian cloud Coleridge dared dead death deed deemed deep doom dust earth Este's faithless father's fearful feel fell felt foremost gazed glance Greece hair hand hath haught head headman's heard heart heaven hour Hugo infidel isthmus jackal Kneeling line 14 lips look maid massy melt Minotti moon Morea Moslem Mussulman ne'er never night Note numbered o'er Pacha Parisina passed past phalanx plain poem pride renegade Rolled rose ruin sabre Salamis sate scalp shines shiver shone shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent sire slain sleep smiled soul sound spake spoil steed stern stone stood sword Tartar tear thee thine thou thought thousand throb thunder turban Turcoman vein Venice Vizier voice wall waves wild words wound
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Página 28 - Out upon Time ! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before ! Out upon Time ! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve...
Página 26 - As it slipp'd through their jaws, when their edge grew dull ; As they lazily mumbled the bones of the dead, When they scarce could rise from the spot where they fed, So well had they broken a lingering fast With those who had fallen for that night's repast.
Página 27 - But when all is past, it is humbling to tread O'er the weltering field of the tombless dead, And see worms of the earth, and fowls of the air, Beasts of the forest, all gathering there ; All regarding man as their prey, All rejoicing in his decay.
Página 63 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Página 16 - Tis midnight : on the mountains brown The cold, round moon shines deeply down ; Blue roll the waters, blue the sky Spreads like an ocean hung on high, Bespangled with those isles of light, So wildly, spiritually bright ; Who ever gazed upon them shining And turned to earth without repining, Nor wished for wings to flee away, And mix with their eternal ray...
Página 17 - And echo answered from th'e hill, And the wide hum of that wild host Rustled like leaves from coast to coast, As rose the Muezzin's voice in air, In midnight call to wonted prayer.
Página 25 - And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival, Gorging and growling o'er carcass and limb...
Página 23 - They fell devoted, but undying , The very gale their names seemed sighing : The waters murmured of their name ; The woods were peopled with their fame ; The silent pillar , lone and gray, Claimed kindred with their sacred clay ; Their spirits wrapt the dusky mountain , Their memory sparkled o'er the fountain; The meanest rill, the mightiest river , Rolled mingling with their fame for ever.
Página 24 - Tis still a watch-word to the earth : When man would do a deed of worth He points to Greece , and turns to tread, So sanctioned , on the tyrant's head : He looks to her, and rushes on Where life is lost, or freedom won.
Página 7 - Many a vanish'd year and age, And tempest's breath, and battle's rage, Have swept o'er Corinth ; yet she stands, A fortress form'd to Freedom's hands. ' The whirlwind's wrath, the earthquake's shock, Have left untouch'd her hoary rock, The keystone of a land, which still, Though fall'n, looks proudly on that hill, The landmark to the double tide That purpling rolls on either side, As if their waters chafed to meet. Yet...