The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Band 3R. W. Pomeroy, 1824 |
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... father of the first romance , and of the last tragedy in our language , and surely worthy of a higher place than any living writer , be he who he may . In speaking of the drama of Marino Faliero , I forgot to men- tion that the desire ...
... father of the first romance , and of the last tragedy in our language , and surely worthy of a higher place than any living writer , be he who he may . In speaking of the drama of Marino Faliero , I forgot to men- tion that the desire ...
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... father Would have required no words to comprehend ? 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 ...
... father Would have required no words to comprehend ? 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 ...
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... father's friend And patron of her house , as if there were No love in woman's heart but lust of youth And beardless faces ; -I did not for this Visit the villain's infamy on her , But craved my country's justice on his head , The 18 Act ...
... father's friend And patron of her house , as if there were No love in woman's heart but lust of youth And beardless faces ; -I did not for this Visit the villain's infamy on her , But craved my country's justice on his head , The 18 Act ...
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... fathers ' and my birthplace , whose dear spires , Rising at distance o'er the blue Lagoon , It was reward enough for me to view Once more ; but not for any knot of men , Nor sect , nor faction , did I bleed or sweat ! But would you know ...
... fathers ' and my birthplace , whose dear spires , Rising at distance o'er the blue Lagoon , It was reward enough for me to view Once more ; but not for any knot of men , Nor sect , nor faction , did I bleed or sweat ! But would you know ...
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... father's faith with them . [ doubtest , Doge . The die is cast . Where is the place of meeting ? Is . Ber . At midnight I will be alone and mask'd Where'er your highness pleases to direct me , To wait your coming , and conduct you where ...
... father's faith with them . [ doubtest , Doge . The die is cast . Where is the place of meeting ? Is . Ber . At midnight I will be alone and mask'd Where'er your highness pleases to direct me , To wait your coming , and conduct you where ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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?
Seite 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...
Seite 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...