The Works of Lord Byron: Including the Suppressed Poems. Complete in One VolumeA. and W. Galignani, 1828 - 718 páginas |
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... never prompted to genius what will not triumphantly force its way into the human heart . The versatility of authors who have been able It is admitted that Byron has depicted much of to draw and support characters as different from ...
... never prompted to genius what will not triumphantly force its way into the human heart . The versatility of authors who have been able It is admitted that Byron has depicted much of to draw and support characters as different from ...
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... never trod , But Freedom , with her faulchion bright , Swept the stranger from her sight ; his intercourse with a people whose chief amuse- ment consisted in the recital of heroic tales of other times , feats of strength , and a display ...
... never trod , But Freedom , with her faulchion bright , Swept the stranger from her sight ; his intercourse with a people whose chief amuse- ment consisted in the recital of heroic tales of other times , feats of strength , and a display ...
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... never forget the 2d of January ! Lady Byron ( Byrn , he pronounced it ) was the only unconcerned person present ; Lady Noel , her mother , cried ; I trembled like a leaf , made the wrong responses , and , after the ceremony , called her ...
... never forget the 2d of January ! Lady Byron ( Byrn , he pronounced it ) was the only unconcerned person present ; Lady Noel , her mother , cried ; I trembled like a leaf , made the wrong responses , and , after the ceremony , called her ...
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... never expect any thing from me ; he shall never touch a sixpence of mine . I was looked upon as the worst of husbands , the most abandoned and wicked of men ; and my wife as a suffering angel , an incarnation of all the vir- tues and ...
... never expect any thing from me ; he shall never touch a sixpence of mine . I was looked upon as the worst of husbands , the most abandoned and wicked of men ; and my wife as a suffering angel , an incarnation of all the vir- tues and ...
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... never had one of so serious a nature . ' ' I think I never had , ' was his lordship's answer . I repeated my suppli- cations that Dr Thomas should be sent for , on the 15th , and was again assured that my master would be better in two ...
... never had one of so serious a nature . ' ' I think I never had , ' was his lordship's answer . I repeated my suppli- cations that Dr Thomas should be sent for , on the 15th , and was again assured that my master would be better in two ...
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ADAH AHOLIBAMAH ANAH ANGIOLINA ARBACES ARNOLD aught BARBARIGO bear beauty behold BELESES beneath BENINTENDE blood bosom breast breath brow CAIN CALENDARO CESAR chief dare dark dead death deeds deep DOGE dost dread earth fame father fear feel 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 mountains 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 art thou hast thought ULRIC unto Venice voice walls wave WERNER words wouldst youth εἰς καὶ τὴν τὸ
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Página 60 - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass 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 65 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Página 210 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot...
Página 64 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Página 62 - 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 238 - gin to fear that thou art past all aid From me and from my calling; yet so young, I still would— Man. Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death; Some perishing of pleasure, some of study, Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness, Some of disease, and some insanity, And some of wither'd or of broken hearts; For this last is a malady which slays More than are number'd in the lists of Fate,...
Página 62 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
Página 230 - The future, till the past be gulfd in darkness, It is not of my search. — My mother Earth ! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, Why are ye beautiful ? I cannot love ye.
Página 209 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath...
Página 66 - ... in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.