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... tears . If won , to equal ills betray'd , 31 Woe waits the insect and the maid ; A life of pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play , and man's caprice : The lovely toy so fiercely sought Hath lost its charm by being caught , For ...
... tears . If won , to equal ills betray'd , 31 Woe waits the insect and the maid ; A life of pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play , and man's caprice : The lovely toy so fiercely sought Hath lost its charm by being caught , For ...
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... tear can claim Except an erring sister's shame . * ** * * The Mind , that broods o'er guilty woes , Is like the Scorpion girt by fire ; In circle narrowing as it glows , 32 The flames around their captive close , Till inly search'd by ...
... tear can claim Except an erring sister's shame . * ** * * The Mind , that broods o'er guilty woes , Is like the Scorpion girt by fire ; In circle narrowing as it glows , 32 The flames around their captive close , Till inly search'd by ...
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... tear The tresses of her yellow hair , Of which in life a lock when shorn Affection's fondest pledge was worn , But now is borne away by thee , Memorial of thine agony ! 60 Wet with thine own best blood shall drif Thy gnashing tooth and ...
... tear The tresses of her yellow hair , Of which in life a lock when shorn Affection's fondest pledge was worn , But now is borne away by thee , Memorial of thine agony ! 60 Wet with thine own best blood shall drif Thy gnashing tooth and ...
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... tear one terror from the grave , And will not soothe , and cannot save . " The cold in clime are cold in blood , Their love can scarce deserve the name ; But mine was like the lava flood That boils in Etna's breast of flame . I cannot ...
... tear one terror from the grave , And will not soothe , and cannot save . " The cold in clime are cold in blood , Their love can scarce deserve the name ; But mine was like the lava flood That boils in Etna's breast of flame . I cannot ...
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... tear May better grace a brother's bier ? But bear this ring , his own of old , And tell him - what thou dost behold ! The wither'd frame , the ruin'd mind , The wrack by passion left behind , A shrivell'd scroll , a scatter'd leaf ...
... tear May better grace a brother's bier ? But bear this ring , his own of old , And tell him - what thou dost behold ! The wither'd frame , the ruin'd mind , The wrack by passion left behind , A shrivell'd scroll , a scatter'd leaf ...
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The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Visualização completa - 1868 |
The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Visualização completa - 1873 |
The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Visualização completa - 1871 |
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Amaun arms band beauty beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath bride Bride of Abydos brow CANTO Château de Chillon cheek Christian Conrad Corsair courser dare dark dead death deeds deep despair doom dread dream earth fate fear feel fell fix'd foes gazed Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand hate hath head heard heart heaven Hetman hope hour Houris isle knew land Lara Lara's light limbs line 14 lips lonely look'd Lord Byron Mazeppa ne'er Neuha never night nought numbers o'er once Pacha Parisina pass'd poem PRISONER OF CHILLON rage rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim shore Siege of Corinth sigh silent slave smile soul sound spirit steed stern stood strife tale tears thee thine thou thought Timariot Torquil turn'd voice wave Whate'er wild wind words wound Zuleika
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Página 57 - Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime ? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Página 265 - Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar; for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! — May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 234 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Página 269 - PRISONER OF CHILLON." MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Página 103 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Página 275 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes...
Página 274 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Página 274 - With all the while a cheek whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray...
Página 276 - It seem'd like me to want a mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think. I know not if it late were free, Or broke its cage to perch on mine, But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird ! I could not wish for thine...
Página 137 - Morea's hills the setting sun; not as in northern climes obscurely bright, but one unclouded blaze of living light : o'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, gilds the green wave that trembles as it glows. On old jEgina's rock and Idra's isle the god of gladness sheds his parting smile; o'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, though there his altars are no more divine.