The poetical works of lord Byron, complete. (Pearl ed.).J. Murray, 1867 - 685 páginas |
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... blood stains his side ? Dark Oscar's sable crest is low , The dart has drunk his vital tide . And Mora's eye could Allan move , She bade his wounded pride rebel : Alas ! that eyes which beam'd with love Should urge the soul to deeds of ...
... blood stains his side ? Dark Oscar's sable crest is low , The dart has drunk his vital tide . And Mora's eye could Allan move , She bade his wounded pride rebel : Alas ! that eyes which beam'd with love Should urge the soul to deeds of ...
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... blood prepare , With me the conquest and the labour share : Here lies our path ; lest any hand arise , Watch thou , while many a dreaming chieftain dies : I'll carve our passage through the heedless foe , And clear thy road with many a ...
... blood prepare , With me the conquest and the labour share : Here lies our path ; lest any hand arise , Watch thou , while many a dreaming chieftain dies : I'll carve our passage through the heedless foe , And clear thy road with many a ...
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... blood - stain'd guilt repenting solace found , Or innocence from stern oppression flew . A monarch bade thee from that wild arise , [ prowl ; Where Sherwood's outlaws once were wont to And Superstition's crimes , of various dyes ...
... blood - stain'd guilt repenting solace found , Or innocence from stern oppression flew . A monarch bade thee from that wild arise , [ prowl ; Where Sherwood's outlaws once were wont to And Superstition's crimes , of various dyes ...
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... blood . Lochlin's sons had fled before his angry spear ; but mild was the eye of Calmar ; soft was the flow of his yellow locks : they streamed like the meteor of the night . No maid was the sigh of his soul : his thoughts were given to ...
... blood . Lochlin's sons had fled before his angry spear ; but mild was the eye of Calmar ; soft was the flow of his yellow locks : they streamed like the meteor of the night . No maid was the sigh of his soul : his thoughts were given to ...
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... blood . Fierce is the look of the gloomy Orla . He breathes not ; but his eye is still a flame . It glares in death unclosed . His hand is grasped in Calmar's ; but Calmar lives ! he lives , though low . " Rise , " said the king ...
... blood . Fierce is the look of the gloomy Orla . He breathes not ; but his eye is still a flame . It glares in death unclosed . His hand is grasped in Calmar's ; but Calmar lives ! he lives , though low . " Rise , " said the king ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adah Aholibamah Anah art thou Assyria aught bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cæs Cain Calmar courser dare dark dead death deep Doge Doge of Venice dread dream e'er earth fair fame fate father fear feel forget gaze Giaour glory grave hand hath hear heart heaven honour hope hour Iden Juan king lady leave less Lioni live look look'd lord Lucifer lyre Michel Steno Morgante mortal Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once palace PANIA pass'd passion SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS satraps scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile song soul spirit Stral strange sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd Venice voice wave weep whate'er words youth
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Página 151 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms— the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
Página 157 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, 0 tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest ? XCVII.
Página 70 - OUR life is twofold : Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Página 151 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Página 150 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Página 243 - And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Página 176 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 178 - Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, 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...
Página 178 - 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...
Página 176 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.