The Works of Lord Byron: Including the Suppressed Poems. Complete in One VolumeA. and W. Galignani, 1828 - 718 páginas |
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... speak or think of Rous- have contributed more to the wretchedness than seau or Byron , we are not conscious of speaking to the happiness of their possessor . or thinking of an author : we have a vague but impassioned remembrance of men ...
... speak or think of Rous- have contributed more to the wretchedness than seau or Byron , we are not conscious of speaking to the happiness of their possessor . or thinking of an author : we have a vague but impassioned remembrance of men ...
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... speaking to the careless multitudes around him ? Or if we do so remember , the words seem to pass by others like air ... speak face to face with any one human being , he would For it is in solitude that perish in his misery . he utters ...
... speaking to the careless multitudes around him ? Or if we do so remember , the words seem to pass by others like air ... speak face to face with any one human being , he would For it is in solitude that perish in his misery . he utters ...
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... speak disrespectfully of the prince . The whole of Byron's political career may summed up in the following anecdotes ... speaking , listening with the greatest attention - a sign at any rate that he was interesting . He always voted with ...
... speak disrespectfully of the prince . The whole of Byron's political career may summed up in the following anecdotes ... speaking , listening with the greatest attention - a sign at any rate that he was interesting . He always voted with ...
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... speak . As long as neither party commits gross injustice towards the other ; as long as neither the woman nor the man is guilty of any offence which is injurious to the community ; as long as the husband provides for his offspring , and ...
... speak . As long as neither party commits gross injustice towards the other ; as long as neither the woman nor the man is guilty of any offence which is injurious to the community ; as long as the husband provides for his offspring , and ...
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... speak French . What is become of my boatman and boat ? I suppose she is rot- ten ; she was never worth much . When I went the tour of the lake in her with Shelley and Hob- house , she was nearly wrecked near the very spot where Saint ...
... speak French . What is become of my boatman and boat ? I suppose she is rot- ten ; she was never worth much . When I went the tour of the lake in her with Shelley and Hob- house , she was nearly wrecked near the very spot where Saint ...
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ADAH AHOLIBAMAH ANAH ANGIOLINA ARBACES ARNOLD aught BARBARIGO bear beauty behold BELESES beneath BENINTENDE blood bosom breast breath brow CAIN CALENDARO CESAR chief dare dark dead death deeds deep DOGE dost dread earth fame father fear feel GABOR gaze Giaour Greece Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour IDENSTEIN ISRAEL BERTUCCIO JACOPO FOSCARI JAPHET JOSEPHINE king leave less LIONI live look Lord Byron LOREDANO LUCIFER MANFRED MARINA Marino Faliero Michel Steno mortal mountains MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA pass'd Petrarch prince SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGENDORF sire slave smile soul spirit Stanza STRALENHEIM stranger sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought ULRIC unto Venice voice walls wave WERNER words wouldst youth εἰς καὶ τὴν τὸ
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Página 60 - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Página 65 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Página 210 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot...
Página 64 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Página 62 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
Página 238 - gin to fear that thou art past all aid From me and from my calling; yet so young, I still would— Man. Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death; Some perishing of pleasure, some of study, Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness, Some of disease, and some insanity, And some of wither'd or of broken hearts; For this last is a malady which slays More than are number'd in the lists of Fate,...
Página 62 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
Página 230 - The future, till the past be gulfd in darkness, It is not of my search. — My mother Earth ! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, Why are ye beautiful ? I cannot love ye.
Página 209 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath...
Página 66 - ... in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.