The Works of Lord Byron, 4±ÇJ. Murray, 1823 |
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... hast learn'd the art so well ? " Mazeppa said- " " Twere long to tell ; " And we have many a league to go " With every now and then a blow , " And ten to one at least the foe , " Before our steeds may graze at ease 66 66 Beyond the ...
... hast learn'd the art so well ? " Mazeppa said- " " Twere long to tell ; " And we have many a league to go " With every now and then a blow , " And ten to one at least the foe , " Before our steeds may graze at ease 66 66 Beyond the ...
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... hast turn'd around thy head , Thou shalt marvel I am not As thy shadow on the spot , And the power which thou dost feel Shall be what thou must conceal . And a magic voice and verse Hath baptized thee with a curse ; And a spirit of the ...
... hast turn'd around thy head , Thou shalt marvel I am not As thy shadow on the spot , And the power which thou dost feel Shall be what thou must conceal . And a magic voice and verse Hath baptized thee with a curse ; And a spirit of the ...
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... Hast thou no gentler answer ? —Yet bethink thee , And pause ere thou rejectest . MAN . I have said it . WITCH . Enough ! -I may retire then - say ! ¥Ì¥Á¥Í . Retire ! [ The WITCH disappears . MAN . ( alone . ) We are the fools of time and ...
... Hast thou no gentler answer ? —Yet bethink thee , And pause ere thou rejectest . MAN . I have said it . WITCH . Enough ! -I may retire then - say ! ¥Ì¥Á¥Í . Retire ! [ The WITCH disappears . MAN . ( alone . ) We are the fools of time and ...
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... hands were full . THIRD DES . Behold she cometh . Enter NEMESIS . FIRST DES . Say , where hast thou been ? My sisters and thyself are slow to - night . NEM . I was detain'd repairing shatter'd thrones , Marrying 84 ACT II . MANFRED .
... hands were full . THIRD DES . Behold she cometh . Enter NEMESIS . FIRST DES . Say , where hast thou been ? My sisters and thyself are slow to - night . NEM . I was detain'd repairing shatter'd thrones , Marrying 84 ACT II . MANFRED .
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... Hast thou further question None . Of our great sovereign , or his worshippers ? MAN . NEM . Then for a time farewell . MAN . We meet then ! Where ? On the earth ? — Even as thou wilt : and for the grace accorded I now depart a debtor ...
... Hast thou further question None . Of our great sovereign , or his worshippers ? MAN . NEM . Then for a time farewell . MAN . We meet then ! Where ? On the earth ? — Even as thou wilt : and for the grace accorded I now depart a debtor ...
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157 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...
326 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy...
338 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy Godlike crime was to be kind, To render with thy precepts less The sum of human wretchedness, And strengthen Man with his own mind ; But baffled as thou wert from high, Still in thy patient energy, In the endurance, and repulse Of thine impenetrable Spirit, Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse, A mighty lesson we inherit...
237 ÆäÀÌÁö - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
288 ÆäÀÌÁö - FARE thee well ! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well : Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again : . Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show ! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'Twas not well to spurn it so.
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest; "Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath.
283 ÆäÀÌÁö - It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame : I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. 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.
320 ÆäÀÌÁö - And twined themselves among the multitude, Hissing, but stingless — they were slain for food : And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again...
58 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shall be what thou must conceal. And a magic voice and verse Hath baptized thee with a curse , And a spirit of the air Hath begirt thee with a snare ; In the wind there is a voice Shall forbid thee to rejoice , And to thee shall Night deny All the quiet of her sky ; And the day shall have a sun, Which shall make thee wish it done.
281 ÆäÀÌÁö - FAREWELL! IF EVER FONDEST PRAYER. FAREWELL I if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.