The works of lord Byron, Bind 3 |
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Side 24
... thin robe twining , Nought conceal'd her bosom shining ; Through the parting of her hair , Floating darkly downward there , nded arm show'd white and bare : And ere yet she made reply , Once she raised 24 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
... thin robe twining , Nought conceal'd her bosom shining ; Through the parting of her hair , Floating darkly downward there , nded arm show'd white and bare : And ere yet she made reply , Once she raised 24 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
Side 25
... thine , I've sworn , Shall be left upon the morn : But thee will I bear to a lovely spot , Where our hands shall be join'd , and our sorrow forgot . VOL . III . There thou yet shalt be my bride , When once THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 25.
... thine , I've sworn , Shall be left upon the morn : But thee will I bear to a lovely spot , Where our hands shall be join'd , and our sorrow forgot . VOL . III . There thou yet shalt be my bride , When once THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 25.
Side 26
... thin fingers , long and white , Froze through his blood by their touch that night . The feverish glow of his brow was gone , And his heart sank so still that it felt like stone , As he look'd on the face , and beheld its hue So deeply ...
... thin fingers , long and white , Froze through his blood by their touch that night . The feverish glow of his brow was gone , And his heart sank so still that it felt like stone , As he look'd on the face , and beheld its hue So deeply ...
Side 27
... Thine injured country's sons to spare , Or thou art lost ; and never shalt see Not earth - that's past - but heaven or me . If this thou dost accord , albeit A heavy doom ' tis thine to meet , That doom shall half absolve thy sin , And ...
... Thine injured country's sons to spare , Or thou art lost ; and never shalt see Not earth - that's past - but heaven or me . If this thou dost accord , albeit A heavy doom ' tis thine to meet , That doom shall half absolve thy sin , And ...
Side 32
... , so iron of limb , Few of our youth could cope with him ; And the foes , whom he singly kept at bay , Outnumber'd his thin hairs of silver gray . From right to left his sabre swept : Many an $ 2 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
... , so iron of limb , Few of our youth could cope with him ; And the foes , whom he singly kept at bay , Outnumber'd his thin hairs of silver gray . From right to left his sabre swept : Many an $ 2 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
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bard beauty Behold beneath Beppo blest blood Bonnivard breath brow call'd CAMOENS CAPEL LOFFT Cavalier Servente cheek CHILLON cold Corinth dare dark Darvell dead death Deloraine dread dull Dunciad dungeon earth Edinburgh Review Epic eyes fame fear feel fell felt follies Geneve genius GIFFORD glance hand hath head heard heart heaven Hetman hope hour Laura limbs living look look'd Lord lyre Lyrical Ballads Mazeppa Minotti Muse ne'er never night Note numbers o'er once pain Parisina pass'd perchance poem praise prince PRISONER OF CHILLON rhyme roll'd Satire scarce seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh sire sleep smile song sonnets sons soul sound SOUTHEY spirit steed stood strain tears thee thine thing thou thought thousand throng Turcoman turn'd twas Venice verse voice wall waves wild wish'd words youth
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Side 49 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Side 23 - 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 55 - 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 rock'd, And I have felt it shake unshock'd, Because I could have smiled to see The death that would have set me free.
Side 53 - 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 64 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Side 51 - 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 61 - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, — Lone — as the corse within its shroud, 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 62 - Returning where my walk begun, Avoiding only, as I trod, My brothers' graves without a sod; For if I thought with heedless tread My step profaned their lowly bed, My breath came gaspingly and thick, And my crush'd heart fell blind and sick.
Side 75 - 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.(l) n.
Side 58 - 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.