The works of lord ByronBernh. Tauchnitz., 1826 |
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... hand : when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge Gaist those who most transgress his high command , With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul's locust host , and earth from fellest foemen purge . What beauties doth Lisboa ...
... hand : when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge Gaist those who most transgress his high command , With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul's locust host , and earth from fellest foemen purge . What beauties doth Lisboa ...
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... hand that hovers o'er her mate : In softness as in firmness far above Remoter females , famed for sickening prate ; Her mind is nobler sure , her charms per- chance as great . And thou shalt view thy sons in crowds to The seal Love's ...
... hand that hovers o'er her mate : In softness as in firmness far above Remoter females , famed for sickening prate ; Her mind is nobler sure , her charms per- chance as great . And thou shalt view thy sons in crowds to The seal Love's ...
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... hand extended gave , E the cold stranger pass'd to other climes : Fat is his heart whom charms may not enslave ; Harold felt not as in other times , das left without a sigh the land of war and crimes . He that has sail'd upon the dark ...
... hand extended gave , E the cold stranger pass'd to other climes : Fat is his heart whom charms may not enslave ; Harold felt not as in other times , das left without a sigh the land of war and crimes . He that has sail'd upon the dark ...
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... hands that rear'd them , wi- thering : Imperial Anarchs , doubling human woes ! GOD ! was thy globe ordain'd for such ... hand He sways a nation , turbulent and bold : Yet here and there some daring mountain- band Disdain his power , and ...
... hands that rear'd them , wi- thering : Imperial Anarchs , doubling human woes ! GOD ! was thy globe ordain'd for such ... hand He sways a nation , turbulent and bold : Yet here and there some daring mountain- band Disdain his power , and ...
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... hand in hand , man lin ] to man , Yelling their uncouth dirge , long daunc the kirtled cla Childe Harold at a little distance stood And view'd ' but not displeased , the revelr Nor hated harmless mirth , however rud In sooth , it was no ...
... hand in hand , man lin ] to man , Yelling their uncouth dirge , long daunc the kirtled cla Childe Harold at a little distance stood And view'd ' but not displeased , the revelr Nor hated harmless mirth , however rud In sooth , it was no ...
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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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Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 135 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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.