The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, 5-6±Ç |
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... 'd it not , Whose shuddering proved their fear was less forgot . In trembling pairs ( alone they dare not ) crawl The astonish'd slaves , and shun the fated hall ; 260 The waving banner , and the clapping door , The CANTO I 15 LARA .
... 'd it not , Whose shuddering proved their fear was less forgot . In trembling pairs ( alone they dare not ) crawl The astonish'd slaves , and shun the fated hall ; 260 The waving banner , and the clapping door , The CANTO I 15 LARA .
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... dare you to forget ! XX . 380 385 There is a festival , where knights and dames , And aught that wealth or lofty lineage claims Appear a highborn and a welcome guest To Otho's hall came Lara with the rest . The long carousal shakes the ...
... dare you to forget ! XX . 380 385 There is a festival , where knights and dames , And aught that wealth or lofty lineage claims Appear a highborn and a welcome guest To Otho's hall came Lara with the rest . The long carousal shakes the ...
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... bosom sinks 601 With heavy thoughts from which reflection shrinks . Yes there be things that we must dream and dare , And execute ere thought be half aware : 605 Whate'er might Kaled's be , it was enow To seal CANTO I. 31 LARA .
... bosom sinks 601 With heavy thoughts from which reflection shrinks . Yes there be things that we must dream and dare , And execute ere thought be half aware : 605 Whate'er might Kaled's be , it was enow To seal CANTO I. 31 LARA .
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... in the dust . Street by street , and foot by foot , Still Minotti dares dispute 860 The latest portion of the land Left beneath his high command ; With him , aiding heart and hand , The remnant 114 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
... in the dust . Street by street , and foot by foot , Still Minotti dares dispute 860 The latest portion of the land Left beneath his high command ; With him , aiding heart and hand , The remnant 114 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
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... dare not breathe by day , And clasps her Lord unto the breast Which pants for one away : And he to that embrace awakes , And , happy in the thought , mistakes That dreaming sigh , and warm caress , For such as he was wont to bless ; 60 ...
... dare not breathe by day , And clasps her Lord unto the breast Which pants for one away : And he to that embrace awakes , And , happy in the thought , mistakes That dreaming sigh , and warm caress , For such as he was wont to bless ; 60 ...
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124 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. 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.
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
184 ÆäÀÌÁö - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are ; — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
125 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...
100 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
99 ÆäÀÌÁö - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - And then there was a little isle, Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view ; A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - If it be life to wear within myself This barrenness of spirit, and to be My own soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased To justify my deeds unto myself — The last infirmity of evil.
230 ÆäÀÌÁö - They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.