The Works of Lord Byron: Including the Suppressed Poems. Also a Sketch of His LifeJ. B. Lippincott & Company, 1856 - 764 páginas |
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... voice which every where spread abroad for the meditations reaches the inmost recesses of his heart is and passions of men . speaking to the careless multitudes around Although of widely dissimilar fortunes and him ? Or if we do so ...
... voice which every where spread abroad for the meditations reaches the inmost recesses of his heart is and passions of men . speaking to the careless multitudes around Although of widely dissimilar fortunes and him ? Or if we do so ...
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... voice was soon to go forth from those were swept away ; but without , all appeared antique cloisters , that should be heard through as rude and unreclaimed as he could have left all future ages , and cry , ' Sleep no more to all it ...
... voice was soon to go forth from those were swept away ; but without , all appeared antique cloisters , that should be heard through as rude and unreclaimed as he could have left all future ages , and cry , ' Sleep no more to all it ...
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... voice , to appoint her husband master - tailor of the while Blacky stood aghast , expecting some brigade . The suggestion was useful , and this severe punishment , the following doom : ' My part of her petition was immediately granted ...
... voice , to appoint her husband master - tailor of the while Blacky stood aghast , expecting some brigade . The suggestion was useful , and this severe punishment , the following doom : ' My part of her petition was immediately granted ...
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... voice failed him , so that I walk in the streets , without anxious inquiries could only catch a word at intervals ; but he from every one , of " How is my lord ? " kept muttering something very seriously for On the day of this ...
... voice failed him , so that I walk in the streets , without anxious inquiries could only catch a word at intervals ; but he from every one , of " How is my lord ? " kept muttering something very seriously for On the day of this ...
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... voice forbear ; O God , my impious prayer forgive . " What , if he live for me no more , I sink forgotten in the dust , The hope of Alva's age is o'er ; Alas ! can pangs like these be just ? ” Thus did the hapless parent mourn , Till ...
... voice forbear ; O God , my impious prayer forgive . " What , if he live for me no more , I sink forgotten in the dust , The hope of Alva's age is o'er ; Alas ! can pangs like these be just ? ” Thus did the hapless parent mourn , Till ...
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The Works of Lord Byron: Including the Suppressed Poems, Also a Sketch of ... George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Visualização integral - 1852 |
“The” Works of Lord Byron, Including the Suppressed Poems George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,J. W. Lake Visualização integral - 1851 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
ADAH AHOLIBAMAH Ali Pacha ANAH ANGIOLINA ARBACES arms ARNOLD aught BARBARIGO bear beauty behold BELESES beneath BENINTENDE blood bosom breast breath brow CÆSAR CAIN CALENDARO chief dare dark dead death deeds deep DOGE dost earth Faliero fame father fear feel foes GABOR gaze Giaour Greece Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour IDENSTEIN ISRAEL BERTUCCIO JACOPO FOSCARI JAPHET JOSEPHINE king leave less LIONI live look Lord Byron LOREDANO LUCIFER MANFRED MARINA Marino Faliero Michel Steno mortal MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA pass'd Petrarch prince SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGENDORF sire slave smile soul spirit Stanza STRALENHEIM stranger sword tears thee thine things thou hast thought ULRIC unto Venice voice walls wave WERNER words youth εἰς καὶ τὴν τὸ
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Página 84 - Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Página 59 - 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 147 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime ? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Página 65 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction : once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Página 59 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Página 66 - Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 84 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 211 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Página 65 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill ; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the Starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Página 76 - Where the car climb'd the Capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site: — Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, 'Here was, or is', where all is doubly night?