The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, 5-6권 |
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... sorrow than of pride was there , 540 Or if ' twere grief , a grief that none should share : And pleased not him the sports that please his age , The tricks of youth , the frolics of the page ; For hours on Lara he would fix his glance ...
... sorrow than of pride was there , 540 Or if ' twere grief , a grief that none should share : And pleased not him the sports that please his age , The tricks of youth , the frolics of the page ; For hours on Lara he would fix his glance ...
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... sorrow sighs to sleep , And man , o'er - labour'd with his being's strife , Shrinks to that sweet forgetfulness of life : There lie love's feverish hope and cunning's guile , Hate's working brain , and lull'd ambition's wile ; O'er each ...
... sorrow sighs to sleep , And man , o'er - labour'd with his being's strife , Shrinks to that sweet forgetfulness of life : There lie love's feverish hope and cunning's guile , Hate's working brain , and lull'd ambition's wile ; O'er each ...
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... sorrows , or an outlaw's hate : Hard is the task their father land to quit , But harder still to perish or submit . XII . It is resolved - they march - consenting Night 965 Guides with her star their dim and torchless flight ; Already ...
... sorrows , or an outlaw's hate : Hard is the task their father land to quit , But harder still to perish or submit . XII . It is resolved - they march - consenting Night 965 Guides with her star their dim and torchless flight ; Already ...
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... sorrow paints , And woos to listen to her fond complaints : And she would sit beneath the very tree Where lay his drooping head upon her knee ; And in that posture where she saw him fall , His words , his looks , his dying grasp recal ...
... sorrow paints , And woos to listen to her fond complaints : And she would sit beneath the very tree Where lay his drooping head upon her knee ; And in that posture where she saw him fall , His words , his looks , his dying grasp recal ...
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... sorrow , and to consider the injury which his own 66 66 66 " health might sustain , by the further indulgence of his 6.6 grief . " - Roscoe's Leo Tenth , Vol . I. page 265 . THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . TO JOHN HOBHOUSE , ESQ 68 NOTE TO LARA .
... sorrow , and to consider the injury which his own 66 66 66 " health might sustain , by the further indulgence of his 6.6 grief . " - Roscoe's Leo Tenth , Vol . I. page 265 . THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . TO JOHN HOBHOUSE , ESQ 68 NOTE TO LARA .
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Alhama art thou ASTARTE beautiful behold beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow call'd canst Cavalier Servente CHAMOIS clouds cold courser dare dark Darvell dead death deep doth dread dream earth Ezzelin falchion fame fate fear feel fell Ferrara 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 look look'd LORD BYRON MANFRED Mazeppa mind mortal mountain ne'er never Newstead Abbey night numbers o'er once Otho pain Parisina pass'd past scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent sleep smile song 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.