The Select Poetical Works of Lord Byron: Containing The Corsair, Lara, The Giaour, The Siege of Corinth, The Bride of Abydos, Parisina, Mazeppa, The Prisoner of Chillon, EtcB. Cormon and Blanc, 1836 - 244 páginas |
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... doom - but let the wretch who toils , Accuse not , hate not him who wears the spoils . Oh ! if he knew the weight of splendid chains How light the balance of his humbler pains ! IX . Unlike the heroes of each ancient race , Demons in ...
... doom - but let the wretch who toils , Accuse not , hate not him who wears the spoils . Oh ! if he knew the weight of splendid chains How light the balance of his humbler pains ! IX . Unlike the heroes of each ancient race , Demons in ...
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... doom him ever dying - ne'er to die ! Can this be he ? triumphant late she saw , When his red hand's wild gesture waved , a law ! ' Tis he indeed - disarmed but undeprest , His sole regret the life he still possest ; His wounds too ...
... doom him ever dying - ne'er to die ! Can this be he ? triumphant late she saw , When his red hand's wild gesture waved , a law ! ' Tis he indeed - disarmed but undeprest , His sole regret the life he still possest ; His wounds too ...
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... doom . - The leech , the guard were gone , And left proud Conrad fettered and alone . X. " Twere vain to paint to what his feelings grew- It even were doubtful if their victim knew . There is a war , a chaos of the mind , When all its ...
... doom . - The leech , the guard were gone , And left proud Conrad fettered and alone . X. " Twere vain to paint to what his feelings grew- It even were doubtful if their victim knew . There is a war , a chaos of the mind , When all its ...
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... doom is named - but I have power « To soothe the Pacha in his weaker hour . ( c * « Thee would I spare - nay more - would save thee now But this time - hope - nor even thy strength allow ; But all I can , I will : at least , delay « The ...
... doom is named - but I have power « To soothe the Pacha in his weaker hour . ( c * « Thee would I spare - nay more - would save thee now But this time - hope - nor even thy strength allow ; But all I can , I will : at least , delay « The ...
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... doom is fixed - he dies and well his fate « Was earned- yet much too worthless for thy hate : Methinks , a short release for ransom told <<< With all his treasure , not unwisely sold ; « Report speaks largely of his pirate - hoard ...
... doom is fixed - he dies and well his fate « Was earned- yet much too worthless for thy hate : Methinks , a short release for ransom told <<< With all his treasure , not unwisely sold ; « Report speaks largely of his pirate - hoard ...
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accents arms band beam beneath blood bosom breast breath brow chain cheek cold Conrad Corsair dare dark dead death deed deemed deep despair doom dread dream earth Ezzelin faint faithless falchion fate fear feel fell flash foes gazed Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven hope hour Houris Kaled knew Lara Lara's light limbs lips lonely look Mazeppa Moslem mourn ne'er never night nought numbers o'er once Otho Pacha pale Parisina passed perchance PRÉFECTURE pride PRISONER OF CHILLON rest rose round sabre scarce seemed Selim shine shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent sire slave sleep smile sooth soul sound steed stern stood strife tale tear tell thee thine thou thought turban Twas voice wall wandering wave Whate'er wild words youth Zuleika сс
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Página 238 - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, Lone as the corse within its shroud, Lone as a solitary cloud, — A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the re.st of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Página 232 - Twas still some solace, in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each With some new hope or legend old, Or song heroically bold; But even these at length grew cold.
Página 95 - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away...
Página 237 - 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 232 - ... well in his degree. The youngest, whom my father loved, Because our mother's brow was given To him, with eyes as blue as heaven — For him my soul was sorely moved. And truly might it be...
Página 37 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, ^ Along 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.
Página 235 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Página 5 - 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 234 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake unshock'd, Because I could have smiled to see The death that would have set me free.
Página 239 - With links unfasten'd did remain, And it was liberty to stride Along my cell from side to side, And up and down, and then athwart, And tread it over every part; And round the pillars one by one, Returning where my walk begun, Avoiding only, as I trod, My brothers...