The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Bind 3R. W. Pomeroy, 1824 |
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Side 17
... Hast thou no feeling save the external sense Of torture from the touch ? hast thou no soul- No pride - no passion - no deep sense of honour ? VOL . III . -D Ber . Fal . " Tis the first time that Scene II . 17 DOGE OF VENICE .
... Hast thou no feeling save the external sense Of torture from the touch ? hast thou no soul- No pride - no passion - no deep sense of honour ? VOL . III . -D Ber . Fal . " Tis the first time that Scene II . 17 DOGE OF VENICE .
Side 21
... achieved for them , Who thus repay me ! -Can I not requite them ? Oh for one year ! Oh ! but for even a day Of my full youth , while yet my body served My soul as serves the generous steed his lord , D 2 Scene II . 21 DOGE OF VENICE .
... achieved for them , Who thus repay me ! -Can I not requite them ? Oh for one year ! Oh ! but for even a day Of my full youth , while yet my body served My soul as serves the generous steed his lord , D 2 Scene II . 21 DOGE OF VENICE .
Side 22
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) My soul as serves the generous steed his lord , I would have dash'd amongst them , asking few In aid to overthrow these swoln patricians ; But now I must look round for other hands To serve this hoary ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) My soul as serves the generous steed his lord , I would have dash'd amongst them , asking few In aid to overthrow these swoln patricians ; But now I must look round for other hands To serve this hoary ...
Side 33
... soul So quick and restless that it would consume Less hardy clay - Time has but little power On his resentments or his griefs . Unlike To other spirits of his order , who , In the first burst of passion , pour away Their wrath or sorrow ...
... soul So quick and restless that it would consume Less hardy clay - Time has but little power On his resentments or his griefs . Unlike To other spirits of his order , who , In the first burst of passion , pour away Their wrath or sorrow ...
Side 34
... soul , The proud , the fiery , the austere - austere To all save me : I tremble when I think To what it may conduct . Ma . Assuredly Suspect me ! The Doge cannot suspect you ? An . Why Steno dared not : when he scrawl'd his lie ...
... soul , The proud , the fiery , the austere - austere To all save me : I tremble when I think To what it may conduct . Ma . Assuredly Suspect me ! The Doge cannot suspect you ? An . Why Steno dared not : when he scrawl'd his lie ...
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abbot aught Avogadori behold Bertram blood Bonnivard breath brow call'd Capi che fu chief Consiglieri Consiglio Cortana council council of ten death detto Dieci Doge Doge of Venice doom doth ducal duke earth eyes father fear feel furono gate Giovanni Giunta hath head heart heaven honour hour Israel king knew less liero limbs Lioni live lord Marco Marco Giustiniani Marino Faliero Mazeppa Messer Michael Michel Steno Morgante ne'er never Niccolo Nicoletto night noble nought o'er Orlando palace passions patrician peril Petrarch Philip Calendaro Pietro prince proud quale Saint Mark's Saint Peter Sathan seem'd senate sentence Sestiero shame siege of Zara Signor soul sovereign speak spirit sword thee thine things thou hast thought thousand throne tomb traitor Treviso Trivisano twas unto Venice words wrath
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Side 176 - 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 185 - I thought of this, and I was glad, For thought of them had made me mad ; But I was curious to ascend To my barr'd windows, and to bend Once more, upon the mountains high, The quiet of a loving eye.
Side 187 - These heavy walls to me had grown A hermitage — and all my own ! And half I felt as they were come To tear me from a second home : With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade...
Side 178 - Lake Leman lies by Chillon's walls: A thousand feet in depth below Its massy waters meet and flow; Thus much the fathom-line was sent From Chillon's snow-white battlement, Which round about the wave enthralls: A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave.
Side 182 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Side 187 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watched 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 learned to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are: — even I Regained my freedom with a sigh.
Side 179 - 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, We heard it ripple night and day; Sounding o'er our heads it...
Side 180 - Like brutes within an iron den ; But what were these to us or him? These wasted not his heart or limb ; My brother's soul was of that mould Which in a palace had grown cold, Had his free breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side; But why delay the truth?
Side 187 - 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 ; At last men came to set me free...
Side 175 - 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...