The poetical works of lord Byron, Bind 3 |
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Side 11
... strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear , And leave his sons a hope , a fame , They too will rather die than shame : " For Freedom's battle once begun , Bequeath'd by bleeding Sire to Son ...
... strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear , And leave his sons a hope , a fame , They too will rather die than shame : " For Freedom's battle once begun , Bequeath'd by bleeding Sire to Son ...
Side 27
... strife , That neither spares nor speaks for life ! " Ah ! fondly youthful hearts can press , To seize and share the dear caress ; But Love itself could never pant For all that Beauty sighs to grant With half the fervour Hate bestows ...
... strife , That neither spares nor speaks for life ! " Ah ! fondly youthful hearts can press , To seize and share the dear caress ; But Love itself could never pant For all that Beauty sighs to grant With half the fervour Hate bestows ...
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... strife , I've ' scaped the weariness of life : Now leagued with friends , now girt by foes , I loathed the languor of repose . Now nothing left to love or hate , No more with hope or pride elate , I'd rather be the thing that crawls ...
... strife , I've ' scaped the weariness of life : Now leagued with friends , now girt by foes , I loathed the languor of repose . Now nothing left to love or hate , No more with hope or pride elate , I'd rather be the thing that crawls ...
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... strife . Alike all time , abhorr'd all place , Shuddering I shrank from Nature's face , Where every hue that charm'd before The blackness of my bosom wore . The rest thou dost already know , And all my sins , and half my woe . But talk ...
... strife . Alike all time , abhorr'd all place , Shuddering I shrank from Nature's face , Where every hue that charm'd before The blackness of my bosom wore . The rest thou dost already know , And all my sins , and half my woe . But talk ...
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... strife Where man contends for fame and life- I would not trust that look or tone : No - nor the blood so near my own . That blood - he hath not heard - no more- I'll watch him closer than before . He is an Arab ' to my sight , Or ...
... strife Where man contends for fame and life- I would not trust that look or tone : No - nor the blood so near my own . That blood - he hath not heard - no more- I'll watch him closer than before . He is an Arab ' to my sight , Or ...
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accents Amaun arms aught band beauty beneath Beppo blood bosom breast breath bride Bride of Abydos brow cheek Conrad Corsair courser dare dark dead death deeds deep despair doom dread dream earth fate fear feel fell fix'd foes gazed Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven hope hour Houris knew Koran land Lara Lara's light limbs lips living lonely look look'd Lord Byron Mazeppa Mussulman ne'er never night nought numbers o'er once Pacha pale Parisina pass'd perchance poem pride rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim she-the shore Siege of Corinth sigh silent slave smile soothe soul sound spirit stamp'd steed stern strife tale tears tell thee thine thou thought Timariot Turkish turn'd Twas voice wave Whate'er wild wind words wound youth Zuleika
Populære passager
Side 272 - Till I have done with this new day, Which now is painful to these eyes, Which have not seen the sun so rise For years— I cannot count them o'er, I lost their long and heavy score When my last brother droop'd and died. And I lay living by his side. They chain'd us each to a column stone.
Side 11 - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die ! 'Twere long to tell, and sad to trace, Each step from splendour to disgrace...
Side 277 - 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...
Side 101 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Side 10 - Such is the aspect of this shore; >Tis Greece, but living Greece no more So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away t Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth...
Side 271 - PRISONER OF CHILLON. MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Side 279 - But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird ! I could not wish for thine ! Or if it were, in winged guise, A visitant from Paradise ; For — Heaven forgive that thought ! —the while Which made me both to weep and smile, I sometimes deem'd that it might be My brother's soul come down to me ; But then at last away it flew, And then 'twas mortal — well I knew, For he would never thus have flown, And- left me twice so doubly lone...
Side 220 - Fashion'd by long forgotten hands; Two or three columns, and many a stone, Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown ! Out upon Time! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before ! Out upon Time! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve...
Side 136 - Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
Side 277 - 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, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise.