The Works of Lord Byron: Lara. Siege of Corinth. Parisina. The prisoner of Chillon. Beppo. MazeppaJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... accent breathe . Ambition , glory , love , the common aim , That some can conquer , and that all would claim , 80 Within his breast appear'd no more to strive , Yet seem'd as lately they had been alive ; And some deep feeling it were ...
... accent breathe . Ambition , glory , love , the common aim , That some can conquer , and that all would claim , 80 Within his breast appear'd no more to strive , Yet seem'd as lately they had been alive ; And some deep feeling it were ...
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... accents of another land , And such they were , and meant to meet an ear That hears him not - alas ! that cannot hear ! XIV . His page approach'd , and he alone appear'd To know the import of the words they heard ; And , by the changes ...
... accents of another land , And such they were , and meant to meet an ear That hears him not - alas ! that cannot hear ! XIV . His page approach'd , and he alone appear'd To know the import of the words they heard ; And , by the changes ...
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... accents ; his the cry that broke Their slumber ? his the oppress'd o'erlabour'd heart That ceased to beat , the look that made them start ? Could he who thus had suffer'd , so forget , When such as saw that suffering shudder yet ? 280 ...
... accents ; his the cry that broke Their slumber ? his the oppress'd o'erlabour'd heart That ceased to beat , the look that made them start ? Could he who thus had suffer'd , so forget , When such as saw that suffering shudder yet ? 280 ...
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... accents rung on Lara's ear ; So widely spread , few bosoms well could brook The general marvel , or that single look ... accent cold , More mildly firm than petulantly bold , He turn'd , and met the inquisitorial tone- 66 My name is Lara ...
... accents rung on Lara's ear ; So widely spread , few bosoms well could brook The general marvel , or that single look ... accent cold , More mildly firm than petulantly bold , He turn'd , and met the inquisitorial tone- 66 My name is Lara ...
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... accents as his native mountains dear , Awake their absent echoes in his ear , Friends ' , kindreds ' , parents ' , wonted voice recall , Now lost , abjured , for one - his friend , his all : 525 For him earth now disclosed no other ...
... accents as his native mountains dear , Awake their absent echoes in his ear , Friends ' , kindreds ' , parents ' , wonted voice recall , Now lost , abjured , for one - his friend , his all : 525 For him earth now disclosed no other ...
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accents apostolic palace appear'd beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom bound breast breath brow call'd Cavalier Servente Charles XII cheek CHILLON cold dare dark dead death deep dread dream dungeon earth Ezzelin faint falchion fame fear feel fell felt fix'd forget gather'd gazed Geneve Giorgione glance grave grew half hand hath head heard heart heaven Hetman hope horsetails hour Kaled knew Lara Lara's Laura less limbs lips look look'd LORD BYRON Mazeppa Minotti ne'er never night nought numbers o'er once Otho Otho's Parisina pass'd past PRISONER OF CHILLON renegado rest roll'd rose round scarce seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent sire smile soul sound steed stood tale tears thee thine things thou thought thousand Turcoman Turks turn'd twas Venice voice wall waves Whate'er wild words wound youth
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Side 168 - In this last loss, of all the most ! And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less...
Side 173 - 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 160 - 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; But this was for my father's faith I suffer'd chains and courted death...
Side 161 - A sunbeam which hath lost its way, And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left; Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp. And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain...
Side 170 - But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird! I could not wish for thine! Or if it were, in winged guise, A visitant from Paradise; For— Heaven forgive that thought!
Side 164 - 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 166 - God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Side 12 - All was so still, so soft in earth and air, You scarce would start to meet a spirit there ; Secure that nought of evil could delight To walk in such a scene, on such a night...
Side 172 - Who loved me in a human shape ; , And the whole earth would henceforth be A wider prison unto me; No child, no sire, no kin had I, No partner in my misery ; 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 170 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think. I know not if it late were free, Or broke its cage to perch on mine, But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird ! I could not wish for thine.