The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One VolumeJ. Murray, 1847 - 827 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 8
... voice morc feeble than of yore , When her war - song was heard on Andalusia's shore ? XXXVIII . Hark ! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ...
... voice morc feeble than of yore , When her war - song was heard on Andalusia's shore ? XXXVIII . Hark ! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ...
Σελίδα 17
... voice we fear'd to hear no more ! Behold each mighty shade reveal'd to sight , The Bactrian , Samian sage , and all who taught the right !! IX . - There , thou ! - whose love and life together fled , Have left me here to love and live ...
... voice we fear'd to hear no more ! Behold each mighty shade reveal'd to sight , The Bactrian , Samian sage , and all who taught the right !! IX . - There , thou ! - whose love and life together fled , Have left me here to love and live ...
Σελίδα 22
... voice of the Muezzin , ' or chanter , calling the Turks to prayers from the minaret or the mosck attached to the palace . The chanter was a boy , and he sang out his hymn in a sort of loud melancholy recitative . He was a long time ...
... voice of the Muezzin , ' or chanter , calling the Turks to prayers from the minaret or the mosck attached to the palace . The chanter was a boy , and he sang out his hymn in a sort of loud melancholy recitative . He was a long time ...
Σελίδα 23
... voice of ruth , Beseeming all men ill , but most the man In years , have mark'd him with a tiger's tooth : Blood follows blood , and , through their mortal span , In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood began . S LXIV . ' Mid ...
... voice of ruth , Beseeming all men ill , but most the man In years , have mark'd him with a tiger's tooth : Blood follows blood , and , through their mortal span , In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood began . S LXIV . ' Mid ...
Σελίδα 37
... voice of him and his compeers , Roused up to too much wrath , which follows o'er- grown fears ? LXXXII . They made themselves a fearful monument ! The wreck of old opinions - things which grew , Breathed from the birth of time : the ...
... voice of him and his compeers , Roused up to too much wrath , which follows o'er- grown fears ? LXXXII . They made themselves a fearful monument ! The wreck of old opinions - things which grew , Breathed from the birth of time : the ...
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Adah Aholibamah Anah aught bard bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cain Calmar canto chief Childe Harold dare dark dead death deeds deep Doge Doge of Venice dost dread earth fame fate father fear feel foes gaze Giaour grave Greece hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Iden leave less Lioni live look Lord Byron Lucifer Marino Faliero mind mortal mountains Myrrha ne'er never night noble o'er once palace PANIA Parisina pass'd passion poem poet Sardanapalus scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siege of Corinth Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit Stral strange tears thee thine things thou art thought Ulric unto Venice verse voice walls wave wild words young youth
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Σελίδα 60 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Σελίδα 77 - Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime ? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Σελίδα 60 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Σελίδα 60 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Σελίδα 61 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime, Dark-heaving, boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Σελίδα 30 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Σελίδα 61 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Σελίδα 63 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold obstruction's apathy...
Σελίδα 42 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Σελίδα 61 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since : their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : not so thou ; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves