Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 páginas |
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... mark the spot where earth to earth returns ; No lengthened scroll , no praise - encumbered stone ; My epitaph shall be - my name alone : If that with honour fail to crown my clay , Oh ! may no other fame my deeds repay : That , only ...
... mark the spot where earth to earth returns ; No lengthened scroll , no praise - encumbered stone ; My epitaph shall be - my name alone : If that with honour fail to crown my clay , Oh ! may no other fame my deeds repay : That , only ...
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... mark a friend's remains these stones arise- I never knew but one , and here he lies ! ' ( Sir John Byron , the first possessor of the abbey of Newstead , left that and his other possessions to his fourth son , of the same name , on whom ...
... mark a friend's remains these stones arise- I never knew but one , and here he lies ! ' ( Sir John Byron , the first possessor of the abbey of Newstead , left that and his other possessions to his fourth son , of the same name , on whom ...
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... mark , however , indistinctly , the progress which the human mind can make under certain circumstances ; and , although they do not amount to proofs , they furnish very important data for those who delight to inquire into the nature of ...
... mark , however , indistinctly , the progress which the human mind can make under certain circumstances ; and , although they do not amount to proofs , they furnish very important data for those who delight to inquire into the nature of ...
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... marks the couch of lowly sleep , But living statues there are seen to weep ; Affliction's semblance bends not o'er ... mark the spot where earth to earth returns : No lengthen'd scroll , no praise - encumber'd stone ; My epitaph shall ...
... marks the couch of lowly sleep , But living statues there are seen to weep ; Affliction's semblance bends not o'er ... mark the spot where earth to earth returns : No lengthen'd scroll , no praise - encumber'd stone ; My epitaph shall ...
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... mark detestation or fear ; Give me the soft sigh , Whilst the soul - telling eye . Is dimm'd for a time with a Tear . Mild Charity's glow , To us mortals below , Shows the soul from barbarity clear ; Compassion will melt Where this ...
... mark detestation or fear ; Give me the soft sigh , Whilst the soul - telling eye . Is dimm'd for a time with a Tear . Mild Charity's glow , To us mortals below , Shows the soul from barbarity clear ; Compassion will melt Where this ...
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Memoirs of the life and writings of lord Byron George Clinton (biographer of Byron.) Vista completa - 1825 |
Términos y frases comunes
Albania Ali Pacha arms beauty beneath blood bosom breast breath brow called Calmar canto character charms cheek Childe Harold Countess Guiccioli dare dark dead death deeds deem deep Doge doom dread dream earth fair fame father fear feel gaze gentle Giaour gondolier grave Greece hand hath heart heaven honour hope hour Juan knew lady Lady Byron Lady Morgan Lara Lara's less lips live look Lord Byron Lord Carlisle lordship Manfred mind mortal mountains ne'er never Newstead Abbey night noble o'er once Pacha pain Parisina passed passion perhaps person poem poet poetry pride reply Samian wine Sardanapalus scarce scene seemed shore Siegendorf sigh smile song sorrow soul spirit stanzas tale tears thee thine things thought twas Venice voice wave weep wild words young youth Zuleika
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Página 558 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Página 749 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Página 400 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery.
Página 328 - 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 392 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Página 557 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
Página 697 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.
Página 327 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Página 344 - 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 348 - ... 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.