The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, 10권J. Murray, 1833 |
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... thousand thrones , Who strew'd our earth with hostile bones , And can he thus survive ? ( 2 ) " The ( 1 ) [ The reader has seen that Lord Byron , when publishing Corsair , " in January , 1814 , announced an apparently quite serious ...
... thousand thrones , Who strew'd our earth with hostile bones , And can he thus survive ? ( 2 ) " The ( 1 ) [ The reader has seen that Lord Byron , when publishing Corsair , " in January , 1814 , announced an apparently quite serious ...
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... thousand laughs at it , he'll make the other nine thousand nine hundred and ninety - nine laugh too . " - Croker's Boswell , vol . iv . p . 102. ] X. And Earth hath spilt her blood for him , ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . 9.
... thousand laughs at it , he'll make the other nine thousand nine hundred and ninety - nine laugh too . " - Croker's Boswell , vol . iv . p . 102. ] X. And Earth hath spilt her blood for him , ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . 9.
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... thousand paths that slope the way to crime ; Then , when he most required commandment , then Had Lara's daring boyhood govern❜d men . It skills not , boots not step by step to trace His youth through all the mazes of its race ; Short ...
... thousand paths that slope the way to crime ; Then , when he most required commandment , then Had Lara's daring boyhood govern❜d men . It skills not , boots not step by step to trace His youth through all the mazes of its race ; Short ...
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... when Otho thought Secure at last the vengeance which he sought : His summons found the destined criminal Begirt by thousands in his swarming hall , Fresh from their feudal fetters newly riven , Defying earth 52 CANTO II . LARA .
... when Otho thought Secure at last the vengeance which he sought : His summons found the destined criminal Begirt by thousands in his swarming hall , Fresh from their feudal fetters newly riven , Defying earth 52 CANTO II . LARA .
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... thousands dwindled to a scanty band : Desperate , though few , the last and best remain'd To mourn the discipline they late disdain'd . One hope survives , the frontier is not far , And thence they may escape from native war ; And bear ...
... thousands dwindled to a scanty band : Desperate , though few , the last and best remain'd To mourn the discipline they late disdain'd . One hope survives , the frontier is not far , And thence they may escape from native war ; And bear ...
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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.