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... Heaven send you strength to bear What more may be imposed ! -I dread to think on ' t . JACOPO FOSCARI . They will not banish me again ? -No - no , Let them wring on ; I am strong yet . GUARD . And the rack will be spared you . JACOPO ...
... Heaven send you strength to bear What more may be imposed ! -I dread to think on ' t . JACOPO FOSCARI . They will not banish me again ? -No - no , Let them wring on ; I am strong yet . GUARD . And the rack will be spared you . JACOPO ...
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... heaven . ) I am ; but oh , thou eternal God ! Canst thou continue so , with such a world ? MEMMO . Thy husband yet may be absolved . MARINA . He is , In heaven . I pray you , signor senator , Speak not of that ; you are a man of office ...
... heaven . ) I am ; but oh , thou eternal God ! Canst thou continue so , with such a world ? MEMMO . Thy husband yet may be absolved . MARINA . He is , In heaven . I pray you , signor senator , Speak not of that ; you are a man of office ...
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... Heaven took from me Than Jacopo's disgrace . MARINA . That word again ? DOGE . Has he not been condemn'd ? MARINA . Is none but guilt so ? DOGE . Time may restore his memory - I would hope so . He was my pride , my- -but ' t is useless ...
... Heaven took from me Than Jacopo's disgrace . MARINA . That word again ? DOGE . Has he not been condemn'd ? MARINA . Is none but guilt so ? DOGE . Time may restore his memory - I would hope so . He was my pride , my- -but ' t is useless ...
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... heaven howl down the Gulf , And tear the vessel , till the mariners , Appall'd , turn their despairing eyes on me , As the Phenicians did on Jonah , then Cast me out from amongst them , as an offering Το appease the waves . The billow ...
... heaven howl down the Gulf , And tear the vessel , till the mariners , Appall'd , turn their despairing eyes on me , As the Phenicians did on Jonah , then Cast me out from amongst them , as an offering Το appease the waves . The billow ...
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... heaven ! Ye will reverberate this peal ; and I Live to hear this ! -the first Doge who e'er heard Such sound for his successor ! Happier he , My attainted predecessor , stern Faliero— This insult at the least was spared him . Do you ...
... heaven ! Ye will reverberate this peal ; and I Live to hear this ! -the first Doge who e'er heard Such sound for his successor ! Happier he , My attainted predecessor , stern Faliero— This insult at the least was spared him . Do you ...
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The Complete Works of Lord Byron with a Biogr. and Critical Notice by J. W. Lake George Gordon Byron Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2013 |
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ABEL ADAH AHOLIBAMAH ANAH apostolic palace ARNOLD aught avait AZAZIEL BARBARIGO bear beauty behold beneath blood BOURBON breast breath brother brow CÆSAR CAIN CESAR chief Colonna palace Conseil des Dix courser dare dead death deeds deep DOGE dread e'er earth eternal Exeunt Exit father fear feel FRITZ GABOR gaze hand hate hath heard heart heaven hour IDENSTEIN immortal IRAD JACOPO FOSCARI JAPHET JOSEPHINE Lara Lara's leave less limbs live look look'd lord LOREDANO LUCIFER MARINA MEMMO Methinks mortal ne'er never night noble Note nought o'er OLIMPIA pass'd PHILIBERT qu'il rest RODOLPH Rome scarce seem'd SIEGENDORF silent sire slave smile SOLDIER soul spirit STRALENHEIM STRANGER tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd ULRIC unto Venice walls waves WERNER Whate'er wild wilt words wretch ZILLAH Zuleika
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Side 356 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain, With marks that will not wear away...
Side 359 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave, Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay...
Side 368 - 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 362 - 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...
Side 118 - tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell.
Side 189 - There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp Burns the slow flame, eternal — but unseen; Which not the darkness of despair can damp, Though vain its ray as it had never been.
Side 365 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Side 363 - Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place. One on the earth, and one beneath — My brothers — both had ceased to breathe.
Side 117 - Gul in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In color though varied, in beauty may vie...
Side 367 - Oh, thou beautiful And unimaginable ether ! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights ! what are ye ? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden ? Is your course measured for ye ? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion — at which my soul aches to think — Intoxicated with eternity...