The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals and His Life, Band 14John Murray, 1847 |
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... fear him more than other spirits , Whom I see daily wave their fiery swords Before the gates round which I linger oft , In twilight's hour , to catch a glimpse of those Gardens which are my just inheritance , Ere the night closes o'er ...
... fear him more than other spirits , Whom I see daily wave their fiery swords Before the gates round which I linger oft , In twilight's hour , to catch a glimpse of those Gardens which are my just inheritance , Ere the night closes o'er ...
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... fears and little vanity Would make him cast upon the spiritual nature His own low failing . The snake was the snake— No more ; and yet not less than those he tempted In nature being earth alṣo — more in wisdom , Since he could overcome ...
... fears and little vanity Would make him cast upon the spiritual nature His own low failing . The snake was the snake— No more ; and yet not less than those he tempted In nature being earth alṣo — more in wisdom , Since he could overcome ...
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... was in the habit of offering up as sacrifices ; so that it is not quite con- ceivable that they should be so much at a loss to conjecture what Death was . JEFFREY . ] - With fear rose longing in my heart to know What 32 ACT I. CAIN .
... was in the habit of offering up as sacrifices ; so that it is not quite con- ceivable that they should be so much at a loss to conjecture what Death was . JEFFREY . ] - With fear rose longing in my heart to know What 32 ACT I. CAIN .
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... fear rose longing in my heart to know What ' twas which shook us all - but nothing came . And then I turn'd my weary eyes from off Our native and forbidden Paradise , Up to the lights above us , in the azure , Which are so beautiful ...
... fear rose longing in my heart to know What ' twas which shook us all - but nothing came . And then I turn'd my weary eyes from off Our native and forbidden Paradise , Up to the lights above us , in the azure , Which are so beautiful ...
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... fear nothing : see What is true knowledge . ( 1 ) Cain . Lucifer . Ay , upon one condition . Cain . Lucifer . Wilt thou teach me all ? Name it . That Thou dost fall down and worship me - thy Lord . Cain . Thou art not the Lord my father ...
... fear nothing : see What is true knowledge . ( 1 ) Cain . Lucifer . Ay , upon one condition . Cain . Lucifer . Wilt thou teach me all ? Name it . That Thou dost fall down and worship me - thy Lord . Cain . Thou art not the Lord my father ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abel Adah Adam angels art thou aught baron bear beautiful behold beneath blood Bohemia born brother Cain character child Count curse dare dark death deem'd didst doth doubt dust e'er earth Eric eternal evil Exit eyes father fear feel Frankfort Fritz fruits GABOR grave happy hath heard heart heaven hour Hungarian Iden IDENSTEIN immortal innocence Jehovah JOSEPHINE leave less live look look'd Lord Byron Lucifer Mystery ne'er nereid Neuha never night noble o'er Paradise Paradise Lost peace poem Prague pre-Adamite racter rest rock round scarce SCENE serpent shore show'd Sieg Siegendorf sire smile sought soul spirit Stral Stralenheim stranger thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Torquil tree true Twill Ulric unto wave Werner wretched young Zillah
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 354 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Seite 289 - The peace has made one general malcontent Of these high-market patriots; war was rent! Their love of country, millions all misspent, How reconcile? by reconciling rent!
Seite 355 - Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best ; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Seite 264 - Where — taming thought to human pride ! — The mighty chiefs sleep side by side. Drop upon Fox's grave the tear, 'Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, — " Here let their discord with them die : Speak not for those a separate doom, Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen...
Seite 355 - No torch is kindled at its blaze A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. But 'tis not thus - and 'tis not here Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see ! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free.
Seite 5 - The attempt to bully you, because they think it will not succeed with me, seems to me as atrocious an attempt as ever disgraced the times. What! when Gibbon's, Hume's, Priestley's, and Drummond's publishers have been allowed to rest in peace for seventy years, are you to be singled out for a work of fiction, not of history or argument? There must be something at the bottom of this — some private enemy of your own : it is otherwise incredible.
Seite 300 - The women at Otaheite are handsome, mild and cheerful in their manners and conversation, possessed of great sensibility, and have sufficient delicacy to make them admired and beloved. The chiefs were so much attached to our people, that they rather encouraged their stay among them than otherwise, and even made them promises of large possessions. Under these, and many other...
Seite 293 - There my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place: There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul: And he, whose lightning pierced the' Iberian lines, Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines; Or tames the genius of the stubborn plain, Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain.
Seite 295 - While throng'd the chiefs of every Highland clan To hail their brother, Vich Ian Alderman ! Guildhall grows Gael, and echoes with Erse roar, While all the Common Council cry " Claymore !" To see proud Albyn's tartans as a belt Gird the gross sirloin of a city Celt...
Seite 2 - The fiend-like reasoning and bold blasphemy of the fiend and of his pupil, lead exactly to the point which was to be expected — the commission of the first murder, and the ruin and despair of the perpetrator.