The works of lord Byron including his suppressed poemsA. and W. Galignani, 1827 - 727 páginas |
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... dread behests ne'er disobey . Oft shall the sacred victim fall In sea - girt Ocean's mossy hall ; My voice shall raise no impious strain ' Gainst him who rules the sky and azure main . · How different now thy joyless fate , Since first ...
... dread behests ne'er disobey . Oft shall the sacred victim fall In sea - girt Ocean's mossy hall ; My voice shall raise no impious strain ' Gainst him who rules the sky and azure main . · How different now thy joyless fate , Since first ...
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... dread machines o'erhang thy threatening brow , And dart destruction in sulphurcous showers . Ah ! vain defence ! the hostile traitor's siege , Though oft repulsed , by guile o'ercomes the brave ; His thronging foes oppress the faithful ...
... dread machines o'erhang thy threatening brow , And dart destruction in sulphurcous showers . Ah ! vain defence ! the hostile traitor's siege , Though oft repulsed , by guile o'ercomes the brave ; His thronging foes oppress the faithful ...
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... dread intent may rue ; - God help thee , » SOUTHEY , and thy readers too.3 Next comes the dull disciple of thy schoo , That mild apostate from poetic rule , The simpl WosDSWORTH , framer of a lay As soft as evening in his favourite May ...
... dread intent may rue ; - God help thee , » SOUTHEY , and thy readers too.3 Next comes the dull disciple of thy schoo , That mild apostate from poetic rule , The simpl WosDSWORTH , framer of a lay As soft as evening in his favourite May ...
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... dread Cassandra's fate , With warning ever scoffd at , ' till too late ; To themes less lofty still my lay confine , And urge thy bards to gain a name like thine . Then , hapless Britain ! be thy rulers blest , The senate's oracles ...
... dread Cassandra's fate , With warning ever scoffd at , ' till too late ; To themes less lofty still my lay confine , And urge thy bards to gain a name like thine . Then , hapless Britain ! be thy rulers blest , The senate's oracles ...
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... dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? » - ' Deem'st thou I tremble for my Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful check . 7 . ' My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall , Along the ...
... dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? » - ' Deem'st thou I tremble for my Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful check . 7 . ' My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall , Along the ...
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ADAH Ali Pacha ANGIOLINA ARBACES arms ARNOLD aught BARBARIGO bear beautiful behold BELESES beneath BENINTENDE blood breast breath brow CAIN CALENDARO chief Childe Harold dare dark dead death DOGE dread Duke earth fame father fear feel foes GABOR gaze Giaour Greece Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour IDENSTEIN ISRAEL BERTUCCIO JACOPO FOSCARI JOSEPHINE king leave LIONI live look Lord Byron lordship LOREDANO LUCIFER MANFRED Marco Botzaris MARINA Marino Faliero Michele Steno mortal MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA Parisina pass'd passion Petrarch prince SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGENDORF Signor sire slave smile soul speak spirit Stanza STRALENHEIM STRANGER sword tears thee thine things thou art thought ULRIC Venice voice walls wave WERNER words youth εἰς καὶ τὴν τὸ
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Página 44 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
Página 187 - t was coarse and rude, For we were used to hunter's fare, And for the like had little care: The milk drawn from the mountain goat Was changed for water from the moat, Our bread was such as captives...
Página 188 - It was not night — it was not day, It was not even the dungeon-light, So hateful to my heavy sight, But vacancy absorbing space, And fixedness — without a place; There were no stars — no earth — no time — No check — no change — no good — no crime — But silence, and a stirless breath Which neither was of life nor death; A sea of stagnant idleness, Blind, boundless, mute, and motionless!
Página 64 - 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.
Página 205 - Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.
Página 423 - The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.
Página 188 - I took that hand which lay so still — Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength to stir or strive, But felt that I was still alive — A frantic feeling, when we know That what we love shall ne'er be so.
Página 317 - By tyrannous threats to force you into faith 'Gainst all external sense and inward feeling: Think and endure — and form an inner world In your own bosom — where the outward fails; So shall you nearer be the spiritual Nature, and war triumphant with your own.
Página 53 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Página 158 - He call'd on Nature's self to share the shame, And charged all faults upon the fleshly form She gave to clog the soul, and feast the worm , Till he at last confounded good and ill, And half mistook for fate the acts of will : Too high for common selfishness, he could At times resign his own for others* good, But not in pity, not because he ought.