The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals and His Life, Band 9John Murray, 1847 |
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... hated blood shall flow In a river past our feet . Then manfully despising The Turkish tyrant's yoke , Let your country see you rising , And all her chains are broke . Brave shades of chiefs and sages , Behold the coming strife ...
... hated blood shall flow In a river past our feet . Then manfully despising The Turkish tyrant's yoke , Let your country see you rising , And all her chains are broke . Brave shades of chiefs and sages , Behold the coming strife ...
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... hate ? Mine eyes like wintry streams o'erflow : What wretch with me would barter woe ? My bird ! relent : one note could give A charm , to bid thy lover live . My curdling blood , my madd'ning brain , In silent anguish I sustain ; And ...
... hate ? Mine eyes like wintry streams o'erflow : What wretch with me would barter woe ? My bird ! relent : one note could give A charm , to bid thy lover live . My curdling blood , my madd'ning brain , In silent anguish I sustain ; And ...
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... , aut acta refertur . Segnius irritant animos demissa per aurem Quam quæ sunt oculis subjecta fidelibus , et quæ Ipse sibi tradit spectator . Non tamen intus We hate the carnage while we see the trick , F 2 HINTS FROM HORACE . 67.
... , aut acta refertur . Segnius irritant animos demissa per aurem Quam quæ sunt oculis subjecta fidelibus , et quæ Ipse sibi tradit spectator . Non tamen intus We hate the carnage while we see the trick , F 2 HINTS FROM HORACE . 67.
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... hate the carnage while we see the trick , And find small sympathy in being sick . Not on the stage the regicide Macbeth Appals an audience with a monarch's death ; Το gaze when sable Hubert threats to sear Young Arthur's eyes , can ours ...
... hate the carnage while we see the trick , And find small sympathy in being sick . Not on the stage the regicide Macbeth Appals an audience with a monarch's death ; Το gaze when sable Hubert threats to sear Young Arthur's eyes , can ours ...
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... hate , untravell'd , fondly turn'd to thee . Ah ! let me cease ; in vain my bosom burns , From Corydon unkind Alexis turns : ( 2 ) Thy rhymes are vain ; thy Jeffrey then forego , Nor woo that anger which he will not show . What then ...
... hate , untravell'd , fondly turn'd to thee . Ah ! let me cease ; in vain my bosom burns , From Corydon unkind Alexis turns : ( 2 ) Thy rhymes are vain ; thy Jeffrey then forego , Nor woo that anger which he will not show . What then ...
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antè arms Athens bard bear beauty Behold beneath blest blood breast bride Bride of Abydos brow canto Cephisus cheek Childe Harold Conrad Corsair couplet dare dark dear death deeds dread earth fair fate fear feel foes friends gaze GEORGE ELLIS Giaffir Giaour glance Greek grief Gulnare hand Haram Hassan hate hath hear heart heaven hope hour Houris less live lonely Lord Byron Lord Chamberlain maid ne'er never night o'er once Pacha Pallas Parthenon pass'd poem poet praise quæ quid rhyme Romaic round scarce scene seem'd Selim shore slave smile song soothe soul tale tears tell thee Theseus thine thing thou thought Twas verse Waltz wave Whate'er wild words Zuleika δὲν εἶναι εἰς καὶ μὲ νὰ τὰ τὴν τὸ τὸν τοῦ τῶν
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Seite 155 - that the paragraph containing the simile of the scorpion was imagined in his sleep. It forms, therefore, a pendant to the "psychological curiosity," beginning with those exquisitely musical lines : — " A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw; It was an Abyssinian maid,'* &c. The whole of which, Mr. Coleridge says, was composed by him during a
Seite 189 - the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime ? Know ye the land of the cedar and vine, [shine; Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppressed with perfume, Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul
Seite 86 - of this poetical triumvirate. I am only surprised to see him in such good company. *' Such things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil he came there." The trio are well defined in the sixth proposition of Euclid : " Because, in the triangles DBC, ACB,
Seite ii - 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!
Seite 15 - To be the nothing that I was Ere born to life and living woe I Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen, Count o'er thy days from anguish free, And know, whatever thou hast been. 'Tis something better not to be. STANZAS. [" AND THOU ART DEAD,
Seite 313 - xx. He turn'd not—spoke not—sunk not—fix'd his look, And set the anxious frame that lately shook : He gazed — how long we gaze despite of pain, And know, but dare not own, we gaze in vain ! In life itself she was so still and fair, That death with gentler aspect wither'd there ; And the cold flowers
Seite 182 - had she but an earthly grave, This breaking heart and throbbing head Should seek and share her narrow bed. (') She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight; And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The Morning-star of Memory!
Seite 101 - Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light; O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave that trembles as it glows ; On old yEgina's rock and Hydra's isle The god of gladness sheds his parting smile ; O'er his own regions lingering loves to shine, Though there his altars are no more divine.
Seite 81 - Caleb Quotem says) puts me in mind' of a certain couplet, which Mr. Campbell will find in a writer for whom he, and his school, have no small contempt: — ' E'en copious Dryden wanted, or forgot, The last and greatest art —the art to blot
Seite ii - and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman 1 Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling