The works of lord ByronBernh. Tauchnitz., 1826 |
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... doubt that , had his life been preserved , his fame , as a hero of the most pure and independent kind , would have stood as high in the estimation of the present and of future ages , as his fame as a poet ; but it seemed that in the ...
... doubt that , had his life been preserved , his fame , as a hero of the most pure and independent kind , would have stood as high in the estimation of the present and of future ages , as his fame as a poet ; but it seemed that in the ...
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... doubt- ing sore That those who loathe alike the Frank and Turk It came to pass , that when he did addr Himself to quit at length this mountain - lar Combined marauders half - way barr'd egre And wasted far and near with glaive a brand ...
... doubt- ing sore That those who loathe alike the Frank and Turk It came to pass , that when he did addr Himself to quit at length this mountain - lar Combined marauders half - way barr'd egre And wasted far and near with glaive a brand ...
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... doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair , so calm , so softly seal'd , The first , last look by death reveal'd ! Such is the aspect of this shore ; ' Tis Greece , but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet , so deadly fair , We start , for ...
... doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair , so calm , so softly seal'd , The first , last look by death reveal'd ! Such is the aspect of this shore ; ' Tis Greece , but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet , so deadly fair , We start , for ...
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... doubt from these delighted eyes ! " .___ " Where is our chief ? for him we bear report- And doubt that joy - which hails our com- ing - short ; Yet thus sincere -'tis cheering , though so brief ; But , Jean ! instant guide us to our ...
... doubt from these delighted eyes ! " .___ " Where is our chief ? for him we bear report- And doubt that joy - which hails our com- ing - short ; Yet thus sincere -'tis cheering , though so brief ; But , Jean ! instant guide us to our ...
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... doubt , or pride , He read the scroll- " My tablets , Juan , hark Where is Gonsalvo ? " " In the anchor'd bark . " " There let him stay - to him this order bear . Back to your duty - for my course prepare : Myself this enterprize to ...
... doubt , or pride , He read the scroll- " My tablets , Juan , hark Where is Gonsalvo ? " " In the anchor'd bark . " " There let him stay - to him this order bear . Back to your duty - for my course prepare : Myself this enterprize to ...
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Adah Aholibamah Anah Arbaces Arnold art thou aught Barb bear beauty behold Beleses beneath Bert blood bosom breast breath brow Cæsar Cain call'd dare dark dead death deep Doge doth dread e'er earth eyes fair fame father fear feel Foscari Gabor gaze Giaour glory grave hand hate hath heard heart heaven honour hope hour Idenst Japhet Josephine Juan king knew lady leave less Lioni live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lored Lucifer Manf Marina mortal Myrrha ne'er never night nought o'er once Pania pass'd passion Sard Sardanapalus satraps scarce seem'd shore Siegend Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit Stralenh stranger Suwarrow sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd twas twill Ulric unto voice wave Werner whate'er wild words young youth
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Seite 62 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled ; The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress ; (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Seite 56 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Seite 62 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Seite 135 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Seite 135 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came...
Seite 20 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely, been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Seite 49 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.
Seite 576 - TITAN ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise ; What was thy pity's recompense ? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
Seite 584 - 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!
Seite 171 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, "Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart; Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.