The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, 10권J. Murray, 1833 |
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... grew Cold in the many , anxious in the few . His hall scarce echoes with his wonted name , His portrait darkens in its fading frame , Another chief consoled his destined bride , The young forgot him , and the old had died ; " Yet doth ...
... grew Cold in the many , anxious in the few . His hall scarce echoes with his wonted name , His portrait darkens in its fading frame , Another chief consoled his destined bride , The young forgot him , and the old had died ; " Yet doth ...
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... grew , His brow fell darker , and his words more few . VII . Not unrejoiced to see him once again , Warm was his welcome to the haunts of men ; Born of high lineage , link'd in high command , He mingled with the Magnates of his land ...
... grew , His brow fell darker , and his words more few . VII . Not unrejoiced to see him once again , Warm was his welcome to the haunts of men ; Born of high lineage , link'd in high command , He mingled with the Magnates of his land ...
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... grew , Like life , but not like mortal life , to view ; His bristling locks of sable , brow of gloom , And the wide waving of his shaken plume , Glanced like a spectre's attributes , and gave His aspect all that terror gives the grave ...
... grew , Like life , but not like mortal life , to view ; His bristling locks of sable , brow of gloom , And the wide waving of his shaken plume , Glanced like a spectre's attributes , and gave His aspect all that terror gives the grave ...
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... grew . You could not penetrate his soul , but found , Despite your wonder , to your own he wound ; His presence haunted still ; and from the breast He forced an all unwilling interest : Vain was the struggle in that mental net , His ...
... grew . You could not penetrate his soul , but found , Despite your wonder , to your own he wound ; His presence haunted still ; and from the breast He forced an all unwilling interest : Vain was the struggle in that mental net , His ...
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... grew , As if distrusting that the stranger threw ; Along the stranger's aspect , fix'd and stern , Flash'd more than thence the vulgar eye could learn . XXII . " ' Tis he ! " the stranger cried , and those that heard Re - echoed fast ...
... grew , As if distrusting that the stranger threw ; Along the stranger's aspect , fix'd and stern , Flash'd more than thence the vulgar eye could learn . XXII . " ' Tis he ! " the stranger cried , and those that heard Re - echoed fast ...
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Alhama apostolic palace beautiful behold beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath bright brow Château de Chillon Chillon cold Corinth dared dark dead death deep dream dungeon earth Ezzelin fame fate fear feel fell fix'd gazed Giaour GIFFORD glance glory grave grew grief guilt hand hast hath heard heart heaven hour King knew Lara Lara's less light living look look'd Lord Byron Madame de Staël Mariamne mind mingled MONODY Moore mortal ne'er never night numbers o'er once Parisina pass'd poem poetry R. B. SHERIDAN rest roll'd says scarce seem'd Sheridan shore Siege of Corinth sigh SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile sorrow soul spirit STANZAS steed stood strife tears thee thine thing thou art thought turn'd twas voice wall waves weep Whate'er wild wither'd words wound youth
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vii 페이지 - They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
97 페이지 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
76 페이지 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
246 페이지 - I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing upon a hill, a gentle hill. Green and of mild declivity, the last As 'twere the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape, and the wave Of woods and corn-fields, and the abodes of men Scattered at intervals, and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs...
241 페이지 - As then to me he seem'd to fly, And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled — and would fain I had not left my recent chain ; And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load ; It was as is a new-dug grave, Closing o'er one we sought to save ; And yet my glance, too much opprest, ' Had almost need of such a rest.
270 페이지 - THERE'S not a joy the world can give like that it takes away, When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay ; 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
229 페이지 - 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...
232 페이지 - 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 knocked.
228 페이지 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, 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 bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
187 페이지 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth, Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more may meet.