The Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One VolumeH.L. Broenner, 1826 - 776ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... the Doge's body ) That he has paid me ! Chief of the Ten . owe you ? What debt did he Lored . A long and just one ; Nature's debt and mine . [ Curtain falls . Sard . Cursed be he who caused those tears to 472 THE TWO FOSCARI.
... the Doge's body ) That he has paid me ! Chief of the Ten . owe you ? What debt did he Lored . A long and just one ; Nature's debt and mine . [ Curtain falls . Sard . Cursed be he who caused those tears to 472 THE TWO FOSCARI.
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... Sard . My lord ! my life , why answerest thou so coldly ? Accompany our guests , or charm away say , wouldst thou The moments from me ? Myrrha . The king's choice is mine . Sard . I pray thee say not so : my chiefest joy Is to ...
... Sard . My lord ! my life , why answerest thou so coldly ? Accompany our guests , or charm away say , wouldst thou The moments from me ? Myrrha . The king's choice is mine . Sard . I pray thee say not so : my chiefest joy Is to ...
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... Sard . Thou dost forget thee : make me not remember I am a monarch . Sal . Would thou couldst ! Myrrha . My sovereign , I pray , and thou too , prince , permit my absence . Sard . Since it must be so , and this churl has check'd Thy ...
... Sard . Thou dost forget thee : make me not remember I am a monarch . Sal . Would thou couldst ! Myrrha . My sovereign , I pray , and thou too , prince , permit my absence . Sard . Since it must be so , and this churl has check'd Thy ...
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... Sard . And how many Left she behind in India to the vultures ? Sal . Our annals say not . Sard . Then I will say for them— That she had better woven within her palace Some twenty garments , than with twenty guards Have fled to Bactria ...
... Sard . And how many Left she behind in India to the vultures ? Sal . Our annals say not . Sard . Then I will say for them— That she had better woven within her palace Some twenty garments , than with twenty guards Have fled to Bactria ...
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... Sard . And why not her brother ? Sal . I only echo thee the voice of empires , Which he who long neglects not long will govern . Sard . The ungrateful and ungracious slaves ! they murmur Because I have not shed their blood , nor led ...
... Sard . And why not her brother ? Sal . I only echo thee the voice of empires , Which he who long neglects not long will govern . Sard . The ungrateful and ungracious slaves ! they murmur Because I have not shed their blood , nor led ...
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583 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
584 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd 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!
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before. To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...