The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The siege of Corinth. Parisina. PoemsJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... gave the guidance of the van To Alp , who well repaid the trust By cities levelled with the dust ; And proved , by many a deed of death , How firm his heart in novel faith . 110 VI . The walls grew weak ; and fast and THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
... gave the guidance of the van To Alp , who well repaid the trust By cities levelled with the dust ; And proved , by many a deed of death , How firm his heart in novel faith . 110 VI . The walls grew weak ; and fast and THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
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... crashed , Or into countless meteors driven , Its earth - stars melted into heaven ; Whose clouds that day grew doubly dun , Impervious to the hidden sun , 125 With volumed smoke that slowly grew 130 To one wide THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 9.
... crashed , Or into countless meteors driven , Its earth - stars melted into heaven ; Whose clouds that day grew doubly dun , Impervious to the hidden sun , 125 With volumed smoke that slowly grew 130 To one wide THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 9.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. With volumed smoke that slowly grew 130 To one wide sky of sulphurous hue . VII . But not for vengeance , long delayed , Alone , did Alp , the renegade , The Moslem warriors sternly teach His skill to ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. With volumed smoke that slowly grew 130 To one wide sky of sulphurous hue . VII . But not for vengeance , long delayed , Alone , did Alp , the renegade , The Moslem warriors sternly teach His skill to ...
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... grew dull , As they lazily mumbled the bones of the dead , When they scarce could rise from the spot where they fed ; So well had they broken a lingering fast 419 With those who had fallen for that night's repast . And Alp knew , by the ...
... grew dull , As they lazily mumbled the bones of the dead , When they scarce could rise from the spot where they fed ; So well had they broken a lingering fast 419 With those who had fallen for that night's repast . And Alp knew , by the ...
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... grew- And there with glassy gaze she stood As ice were in her curdled blood ; But every now and then a tear So large and slowly gathered slid From the long dark fringe of that fair lid , It was a thing to see , not hear ! 335 And those ...
... grew- And there with glassy gaze she stood As ice were in her curdled blood ; But every now and then a tear So large and slowly gathered slid From the long dark fringe of that fair lid , It was a thing to see , not hear ! 335 And those ...
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aught avenged Azo's band beneath blood blow breast breath bride bright brow chief chill Christian cloud cold Corinth dared dark dead death deed deemed deep doom dream earth Este's faithless fame fate feel fell felt flash gaze glance Glory grave Greece grew hand hath heard heaven host hour Hugo immortally jackal light line 13 lips lone look LORD BYRON maid mightiest Minotti moon Morea Moslem Mussulman Napoli ne'er never Note numbered o'er orbs Parisina passed phalanx plain poem prayer pride RIGHT HONOURABLE rolled Romania rose sabre Salamis Save shame shed shine shone shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh sire slain smiled soul sound spirit star steed stone stood sunk sword tears tender thine thou thought thunder thy heart turban Turcoman Venice Vizier voice wall waves weep wild words Wormwood wound youth
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Side 144 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Side 183 - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning, as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
Side 137 - ... Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: — • Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met — In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Side 148 - Those thou never more may'st see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow. Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now...
Side 148 - Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now: But...
Side 146 - ... Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
Side 135 - WHEN we two parted . In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know...
Side 134 - Light be the turf of thy tomb ! May its verdure like emeralds be : There should not be the shadow of gloom In aught that reminds us of thee. Young flowers and an evergreen tree May spring from the spot of thy rest : But nor cypress nor yew let us see ; For why should we mourn for the blest ? WHEN WE TWO PARTED.
Side 136 - It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
Side 139 - Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness, Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt or ocean of excess : The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others...