The Works of Lord Byron: Lara. Siege of Corinth. Parisina. The prisoner of Chillon. Beppo. MazeppaJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... wrestle with the dread of death , And shun , though day but dawn on ills increast , That sleep , the loveliest , since it dreams the least . 645 END OF CANTO I. LARA . CANTO II . I. NIGHT wanes- -the vapours 30 CANTO I. LARA .
... wrestle with the dread of death , And shun , though day but dawn on ills increast , That sleep , the loveliest , since it dreams the least . 645 END OF CANTO I. LARA . CANTO II . I. NIGHT wanes- -the vapours 30 CANTO I. LARA .
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... death of Lara's future fame ; When Ezzelin his charge may here unfold , And whatsoe'er the tale , it must be told . His faith was pledged , and Lara's promise given , 670 To meet it in the eye of man and heaven . Why comes he not ? Such ...
... death of Lara's future fame ; When Ezzelin his charge may here unfold , And whatsoe'er the tale , it must be told . His faith was pledged , and Lara's promise given , 670 To meet it in the eye of man and heaven . Why comes he not ? Such ...
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... death to hourly suffering life : And famine wrings , and fever sweeps away His numbers melting fast from their array ; Intemperate triumph fades to discontent , And Lara's soul alone seems still unbent : But few remain to aid his voice ...
... death to hourly suffering life : And famine wrings , and fever sweeps away His numbers melting fast from their array ; Intemperate triumph fades to discontent , And Lara's soul alone seems still unbent : But few remain to aid his voice ...
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... death ! XIV . His blade is bared , in him there is an air As deep , but far too tranquil for despair ; A something of indifference more than then Becomes the bravest , if they feel for men- 980 985 990 He turn'd his eye on Kaled , ever ...
... death ! XIV . His blade is bared , in him there is an air As deep , but far too tranquil for despair ; A something of indifference more than then Becomes the bravest , if they feel for men- 980 985 990 He turn'd his eye on Kaled , ever ...
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... Death hath stricken down yon arm of pride . The word of triumph fainted from his tongue ; That hand , so raised , how droopingly it hung ! 1030 But yet the sword instinctively retains , ; 1026 1035 Though from its fellow shrink the ...
... Death hath stricken down yon arm of pride . The word of triumph fainted from his tongue ; That hand , so raised , how droopingly it hung ! 1030 But yet the sword instinctively retains , ; 1026 1035 Though from its fellow shrink the ...
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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.