The works of ... lord Byron, Bind 6 |
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Side 10
... wave enthralls : A double dungeon wall and wave Have made and like a living grave . Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay , 110 We heard it ripple night and day ; Sounding o'er 10 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON .
... wave enthralls : A double dungeon wall and wave Have made and like a living grave . Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay , 110 We heard it ripple night and day ; Sounding o'er 10 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON .
Side 31
... wave , Though I feel that my soul is deliver'd To pain - it shall not be its slave . There is many a pang to pursue me : They may crush , but they shall not contemn- They may torture , but shall not subdue me— " Tis of thee that I think ...
... wave , Though I feel that my soul is deliver'd To pain - it shall not be its slave . There is many a pang to pursue me : They may crush , but they shall not contemn- They may torture , but shall not subdue me— " Tis of thee that I think ...
Side 38
... nothing stirred within their silent depths ; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea , And their masts fell down piecemeal ; as they dropp'd They slept on the abyss without a surge- grave , The waves were dead ; the tides were 38 DARKNESS .
... nothing stirred within their silent depths ; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea , And their masts fell down piecemeal ; as they dropp'd They slept on the abyss without a surge- grave , The waves were dead ; the tides were 38 DARKNESS .
Side 39
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) grave , The waves were dead ; the tides were in their The moon their mistress had expired before ; The winds were withered in the stagnant air , And the clouds perish'd ; Darkness had no need Of aid ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) grave , The waves were dead ; the tides were in their The moon their mistress had expired before ; The winds were withered in the stagnant air , And the clouds perish'd ; Darkness had no need Of aid ...
Side 45
... wave 30 Of woods and cornfields , and the abodes of men Scattered at intervals , and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs ; -the hill Was crown'd with a peculiar diadem Of trees , in circular array , so fix'd , Not by the ...
... wave 30 Of woods and cornfields , and the abodes of men Scattered at intervals , and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs ; -the hill Was crown'd with a peculiar diadem Of trees , in circular array , so fix'd , Not by the ...
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ABBOT Alps answer Arimanes art thou ASTARTE battlement beautiful beneath bird blood Bonnivard breath brow castle chain CHAMOIS HUNTER change came o'er clay clouds cold curse darkness death despair destiny doth dread dream dungeon dwell earth eternal Exit MANFRED eyes fatal fate fear feel Ferrara fetters Gadara Geneve grave grew grief hand hath heart heaven her's HERMAN holy hour immortal knew light live look madness Magian MANUEL mind mix'd monarch mortal mountain NEMESIS night nivard o'er the spirit ocean Pausanias pause perish'd PRISONER OF CHILLON qu'il rise rocks SCENE seem'd shadow silent slumber smile solitude SONNET soul speak star stood strange sunbeams sunbow's tears thee thine things thou art thou didst thou dost thoughts thyself torrent torture twas twere Twill voice walls wandering wave wind WITCH words wouldst thou wreck wretched ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Side 2 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Side 21 - Lone — as a solitary cloud, A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Side 31 - Then when nature around me is smiling, The last smile which answers to mine, I do not believe it beguiling, Because it reminds me of thine; And when winds are at war with the ocean, As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion, It is that they bear me from thee.
Side 52 - That in the antique oratory shook His bosom in its solitude; and then — As in that hour — a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced — and then it faded as it came...
Side 168 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Side 45 - Not by the sport of nature, but of man: These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing — the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself — but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful; And both were young — yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...
Side 20 - It seem'd like me to want a 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. 1 know not if it late were free, Or broke its cage to perch on mine, But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird ! I could not wish for thine...
Side 7 - 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.
Side 44 - The dread of vanish'd shadows. Are they so ? Is not the past all shadow ! What are they ' Creations of the mind ? The mind can make Substance, and people planets of its own With beings brighter than have been, — and give A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
Side 8 - I ought to do — and did my best; And each did well in his degree. The youngest, whom my father loved, Because our mother's brow was given To him, with eyes as blue as heaven — For him my soul was sorely moved.