The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Last London Edition, Containing Besides the Notes and Illustrations by Moore [et Al.] Considerable Additions and Original Notes, with a Most Complete IndexA. and W. Galignani, 1841 - 935 páginas |
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... arms , and even the anecdote of his disinterring and drinking out of the old monk's skull , are all proofs of this . He had also much common sense . This we see in his admiration of Pope , in his horror of the Lake- school , and the ...
... arms , and even the anecdote of his disinterring and drinking out of the old monk's skull , are all proofs of this . He had also much common sense . This we see in his admiration of Pope , in his horror of the Lake- school , and the ...
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... arms of a sexagenarian bridegroom , one of the richest nobles of Italy , and possessing no other title to the affections of his spouse . From the impression Lord Byron made upon this lady , who says that his voice , his manners , his ...
... arms of a sexagenarian bridegroom , one of the richest nobles of Italy , and possessing no other title to the affections of his spouse . From the impression Lord Byron made upon this lady , who says that his voice , his manners , his ...
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... arm the Hydra bleeds ; All , all in vain ! my wayward lyre Wakes silver notes of soft desire . Adieu , ye chiefs renown'd in arms ! Adieu the clang of war's alarms ! To other deeds my soul is strung , And sweeter notes shall now be sung ...
... arm the Hydra bleeds ; All , all in vain ! my wayward lyre Wakes silver notes of soft desire . Adieu , ye chiefs renown'd in arms ! Adieu the clang of war's alarms ! To other deeds my soul is strung , And sweeter notes shall now be sung ...
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... arms of every description , that there generally lay a small sword by the side of his bed , with which he used to amuse himself , as he lay awake in the morning , by thrust- ing it through the bed - hangings . The person who purchased ...
... arms of every description , that there generally lay a small sword by the side of his bed , with which he used to amuse himself , as he lay awake in the morning , by thrust- ing it through the bed - hangings . The person who purchased ...
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... arms with hostile blood ; Well skill'd in fight the quivering lance to wield , Or pour his arrows through the embattled field : From Ida torn , he left his sylvan cave , And sought a foreign home , a distant grave . To watch the ...
... arms with hostile blood ; Well skill'd in fight the quivering lance to wield , Or pour his arrows through the embattled field : From Ida torn , he left his sylvan cave , And sought a foreign home , a distant grave . To watch the ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Ali Pacha Athens bard beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Calmar Canto Childe Harold dare dark dead dear death deeds Doge Doge of Venice dread dream earth Edinburgh Review Faliero fame fate fear feel gaze Giaour glory grave Greece Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Italy Lady less letter Lioni live look Lord Byron Manfred Marino Faliero Michel Steno mind Morgante mortal mountains muse ne'er never night noble o'er once palace Parisina pass'd passion Petrarch poem poet poetry Ravenna scarce scene seem'd seems shore sigh smile song soul Southey spirit stanzas tears thee thine thing thou thought tomb Venetian Venice verse voice waves wild words young youth εἰς καὶ νὰ τὴν τὸ
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Página 148 - 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 148 - 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.
Página 116 - Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Página 148 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Página 149 - 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 261 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Página 261 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
Página 122 - 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 t^ir tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Página 148 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own. When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Página 127 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me ; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, — Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles,— nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them ; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could, Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.