The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, 5-6권 |
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... deep feeling it were vain to trace At moments lighten'd o'er his livid face . VI . Not much he loved long question of the past , 85 Nor told of wondrous wilds , and deserts vast , In those far lands where he had wander'd lone , And – as ...
... deep feeling it were vain to trace At moments lighten'd o'er his livid face . VI . Not much he loved long question of the past , 85 Nor told of wondrous wilds , and deserts vast , In those far lands where he had wander'd lone , And – as ...
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... thus had suffer'd , so forget , When such as saw that suffering shudder yet ? 280 Or did that silence prove his memory fix'd Too deep for words , indelible , unmix'd In that corroding secrecy which gnaws The heart to show 16 CANTO I. LARA .
... thus had suffer'd , so forget , When such as saw that suffering shudder yet ? 280 Or did that silence prove his memory fix'd Too deep for words , indelible , unmix'd In that corroding secrecy which gnaws The heart to show 16 CANTO I. LARA .
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... deep abstraction sudden sunk ; The words of many , and the eyes of all 480 486 That there were gather'd , seem'd on him to fall ; But his were silent , his appear'd to stray In far forgetfulness away - away- Alas ! that heedlessness of ...
... deep abstraction sudden sunk ; The words of many , and the eyes of all 480 486 That there were gather'd , seem'd on him to fall ; But his were silent , his appear'd to stray In far forgetfulness away - away- Alas ! that heedlessness of ...
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... , which guess'd Each wish , fulfill'd it ere the tongue express'd . Still there was haughtiness in all he did , A spirit deep that brook'd not to be chid ; 550 555 559 His zeal , though more than that of servile hands CANTO I. 29 LARA ..
... , which guess'd Each wish , fulfill'd it ere the tongue express'd . Still there was haughtiness in all he did , A spirit deep that brook'd not to be chid ; 550 555 559 His zeal , though more than that of servile hands CANTO I. 29 LARA ..
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... unwarlike caught that art ? Where had that fierceness grown upon his heart ? For it was not the blind capricious rage A word can kindle and a word assuage ; 790 But the deep working of a soul unmix'd With aught CANTO II . LARA .
... unwarlike caught that art ? Where had that fierceness grown upon his heart ? For it was not the blind capricious rage A word can kindle and a word assuage ; 790 But the deep working of a soul unmix'd With aught CANTO II . LARA .
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ABBOT Alhama apostolic palace art thou ASTARTE beautiful behold beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow call'd Cavalier Servente CHAMOIS clouds cold courser dare dark Darvell dead death deep doth dread dream earth Ezzelin falchion fame fate fear feel fell fix'd forget gazed glance glory grave grew grief hand hast hath heard heart heaven Hetman hope hour immortal knew Lara Lara's light limbs lips living lonely look look'd LORD BYRON MANFRED Mazeppa mortal mountain ne'er never night numbers o'er once Otho pain Parisina pass'd past scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound spirit star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought turn'd twas twere twill Venice voice wall waves weep Whate'er wild wither'd words youth Аввот
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124 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 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 ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
99 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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.