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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... knew the weight of splendid chains How light the balance of his humbler pains ! IX . Unlike the heroes of each ancient race , Demons in act , but Gods at least in face , In Conrad's form seems little to admire , Though his dark eye ...
... knew the weight of splendid chains How light the balance of his humbler pains ! IX . Unlike the heroes of each ancient race , Demons in act , but Gods at least in face , In Conrad's form seems little to admire , Though his dark eye ...
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... knew himself detested , but he knew The hearts that loathed him , crouched and dreaded too . Lone , wild , and strange , he stood alike exempt From all affection and from all contempt : His name could sadden , and his acts surprise ...
... knew himself detested , but he knew The hearts that loathed him , crouched and dreaded too . Lone , wild , and strange , he stood alike exempt From all affection and from all contempt : His name could sadden , and his acts surprise ...
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... knew . There is a war , a chaos of the mind , When all its elements convulsed - combined- Lie dark and jarring with perturbed force , And gnashing with impenitent Remorse ; ec That juggling fiend - who never spake before- But cries , I ...
... knew . There is a war , a chaos of the mind , When all its elements convulsed - combined- Lie dark and jarring with perturbed force , And gnashing with impenitent Remorse ; ec That juggling fiend - who never spake before- But cries , I ...
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... knew they how escaped - this all they knew . In silence , darkling , each appeared to wait His fellow's mournful guess at Conrad's fate : Something they would have said ; but seemed to fear To trust their accents to Medora's ear . She ...
... knew they how escaped - this all they knew . In silence , darkling , each appeared to wait His fellow's mournful guess at Conrad's fate : Something they would have said ; but seemed to fear To trust their accents to Medora's ear . She ...
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... knew How deep the root from whence compassion grew- She was a slave - from such may captives claim A fellow - feeling , differing but in name ; Still half unconscious - heedless of his wrath , Again she ventured on the dangerous path ...
... knew How deep the root from whence compassion grew- She was a slave - from such may captives claim A fellow - feeling , differing but in name ; Still half unconscious - heedless of his wrath , Again she ventured on the dangerous path ...
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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...