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... Or murmur of a voice , his quick eye wanders , And he will start up from his chair , then pause , And seat himself again , and fix his gaze Upon some edict ; but I have observed For the last hour he has not turn'd a leaf . Bat .
... Or murmur of a voice , his quick eye wanders , And he will start up from his chair , then pause , And seat himself again , and fix his gaze Upon some edict ; but I have observed For the last hour he has not turn'd a leaf . Bat .
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In council , without one dissenting voice , That Michel Steno , by his own confession , Guilty on the last night of carnival Of having graven on the ducal throne The following wordsDoge . Ber . Fal . ( Reading . ) ...
In council , without one dissenting voice , That Michel Steno , by his own confession , Guilty on the last night of carnival Of having graven on the ducal throne The following wordsDoge . Ber . Fal . ( Reading . ) ...
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Had the bird a voice , She'd tell thee ' twas for all her little ones . Is . Ber . And yet they made thee duke . Doge . They made me so ;. I sought it not , the flattering fetters met me Returning from my Roman embassy , And never ...
Had the bird a voice , She'd tell thee ' twas for all her little ones . Is . Ber . And yet they made thee duke . Doge . They made me so ;. I sought it not , the flattering fetters met me Returning from my Roman embassy , And never ...
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[ voice , Thou must be cleansed of the black blood which makes A lazar - house of tyranny : the task [ thee Is forced upon me , I have sought it not ; And therefore was I punish'd , seeing this Patrician pestilence spread on and on ...
[ voice , Thou must be cleansed of the black blood which makes A lazar - house of tyranny : the task [ thee Is forced upon me , I have sought it not ; And therefore was I punish'd , seeing this Patrician pestilence spread on and on ...
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Doubt not , Saint Mark's great bell shall wake all Venice , Except her slaughter'd senate : ere the sun Be broad upon the Adriatic there Shall be a voice of weeping , which shall drown The roar of waters in the cry of blood ?
Doubt not , Saint Mark's great bell shall wake all Venice , Except her slaughter'd senate : ere the sun Be broad upon the Adriatic there Shall be a voice of weeping , which shall drown The roar of waters in the cry of blood ?
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answer bear Bertram blood bound breath cause chief council dead death Doge doubt duke earth Enter eyes faith Faliero father fear feel gate give hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Italy king knew late least leave less light Lioni live look lord Marino Faliero means meet Michele mind Morgante nature ne'er never night noble o'er once Orlando palace pass passions present prince proud rest Saint seen senate sentence soul speak spirit Steno sure sword thee thine things thou thought thousand true twas unto Venice voice walls wish wrong
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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...
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| Titel | The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Band 3 Band 3 von The Works of the Rt. Hon. Lord Byron: In Eight Volumes, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Autor/in | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Verlag | R. W. Pomeroy, 1824 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 25. Sept. 2006 |
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