The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, Bind 5–6 |
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Side 25
... hast ought to show " Which it befits Count Lara's ear to know , " To - morrow , here , or elsewhere , as may best " Beseem your mutual judgment , speak the rest ; " I pledge myself for thee , as not unknown , 471 Though like Count Lara ...
... hast ought to show " Which it befits Count Lara's ear to know , " To - morrow , here , or elsewhere , as may best " Beseem your mutual judgment , speak the rest ; " I pledge myself for thee , as not unknown , 471 Though like Count Lara ...
Side 99
... hast done a fearful deed 530 " In falling away from thy father's creed : " But dash that turban to earth , and sign " The sign of the cross , and for ever be mine ; " Wring the black drop from thy heart , " And to - morrow unites us no ...
... hast done a fearful deed 530 " In falling away from thy father's creed : " But dash that turban to earth , and sign " The sign of the cross , and for ever be mine ; " Wring the black drop from thy heart , " And to - morrow unites us no ...
Side 144
... hast seen me by thy side " All redly through the battle ride , " And that not once a useless brand 66 Thy slaves have wrested from my hand , " Hath shed more blood in cause of thine , " Than e'er can stain the axe of mine : 235 240 ...
... hast seen me by thy side " All redly through the battle ride , " And that not once a useless brand 66 Thy slaves have wrested from my hand , " Hath shed more blood in cause of thine , " Than e'er can stain the axe of mine : 235 240 ...
Side 209
... shalt feel me with thine eye As a thing that , though unseen , Must be near thee , and hath been ; And when in that secret dread Thou hast turn'd around thy head , Thou shalt marvel I am not As thy shadow on SCENE I. 209 MANFRED .
... shalt feel me with thine eye As a thing that , though unseen , Must be near thee , and hath been ; And when in that secret dread Thou hast turn'd around thy head , Thou shalt marvel I am not As thy shadow on SCENE I. 209 MANFRED .
Side 231
... Hast thou no gentler answer ? -Yet bethink thee , And pause ere thou rejectest . ΜΑΝ . I have said it . WITCH . Enough ! -I may retire then - say ! MAN . Retire ! [ The WITCH disappears . MAN . ( alone . ) We are the fools of time and ...
... Hast thou no gentler answer ? -Yet bethink thee , And pause ere thou rejectest . ΜΑΝ . I have said it . WITCH . Enough ! -I may retire then - say ! MAN . Retire ! [ The WITCH disappears . MAN . ( alone . ) We are the fools of time and ...
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ABBOT Alhama apostolic palace art thou ASTARTE beautiful behold beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow call'd Cavalier Servente CHAMOIS clouds cold courser dare dark Darvell dead death deep doth dread dream earth Ezzelin falchion fame fate fear feel fell fix'd forget gazed glance glory grave grew grief hand hast hath heard heart heaven Hetman hope hour immortal knew Lara Lara's light limbs lips living lonely look look'd LORD BYRON MANFRED Mazeppa mortal mountain ne'er never night numbers o'er once Otho pain Parisina pass'd past scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound spirit star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought turn'd twas twere twill Venice voice wall waves weep Whate'er wild wither'd words youth Аввот
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Side 124 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Side 125 - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Side 184 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are ; — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
Side 125 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Side 100 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Side 99 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Side 183 - And then there was a little isle, Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view ; A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Side 176 - 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...
Side 209 - If it be life to wear within myself This barrenness of spirit, and to be My own soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased To justify my deeds unto myself — The last infirmity of evil.
Side 230 - 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.