The Works of Lord Byron, Bind 3J. Murray, 1823 |
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Side 8
... death - if with us die our foes- " Save that it seems even duller than repose : " Come when it will - we snatch the life of life- " When lost - what recks it - by disease or strife ? " Let him who crawls enamour'd of decay , Cling to ...
... death - if with us die our foes- " Save that it seems even duller than repose : " Come when it will - we snatch the life of life- " When lost - what recks it - by disease or strife ? " Let him who crawls enamour'd of decay , Cling to ...
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... death to wait " Till here they hunt us to undoubted fate ; " And , if my plan but hold , and Fortune smile , " We'll furnish mourners for our funeral - pile . 66 Ay — let them slumber - peaceful be their dreams ! " Morn ne'er awoke them ...
... death to wait " Till here they hunt us to undoubted fate ; " And , if my plan but hold , and Fortune smile , " We'll furnish mourners for our funeral - pile . 66 Ay — let them slumber - peaceful be their dreams ! " Morn ne'er awoke them ...
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... death to fear , nor wealth to boast , 66 Beyond the wandering freedom which I lost ; " At length a fisher's humble boat by night " Afforded hope , and offer'd chance of flight : " I seized the hour , and find my safety here- " With thee ...
... death to fear , nor wealth to boast , 66 Beyond the wandering freedom which I lost ; " At length a fisher's humble boat by night " Afforded hope , and offer'd chance of flight : " I seized the hour , and find my safety here- " With thee ...
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... death - blow left no hope for fight . The wild confusion , and the swarthy glow Of flames on high , and torches from below ; The shriek of terror , and the mingling yell— For swords began to clash , and shouts to swell , Flung o'er that ...
... death - blow left no hope for fight . The wild confusion , and the swarthy glow Of flames on high , and torches from below ; The shriek of terror , and the mingling yell— For swords began to clash , and shouts to swell , Flung o'er that ...
Side 43
... death to wait ; Where wild Amazement shrieking - kneeling - throws The sword aside - in vain - the blood o'erflows ! The Corsairs pouring , haste to where within Invited Conrad's bugle , and the din Of groaning victims , and wild cries ...
... death to wait ; Where wild Amazement shrieking - kneeling - throws The sword aside - in vain - the blood o'erflows ! The Corsairs pouring , haste to where within Invited Conrad's bugle , and the din Of groaning victims , and wild cries ...
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Side 284 - As then to me he seem'd to fly ; And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled — and would fain I had not left my recent chain ; And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load ; It was as is a new-dug grave, Closing o'er one we sought to save, — And yet my glance, too much opprest, Had almost need of such a rest.
Side 277 - 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. A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Side 342 - 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 280 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came...
Side 269 - 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 267 - 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 61 - 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 231 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Side 7 - 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 ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
Side 342 - And the second angel sounded, and as it were a great mountain burning with fire was cast into the sea ; and the third part of the sea became blood : 9 And the third part of the creatures which were in the sea, and had life, died ; and the third part of the ships were destroyed.