The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, Volúmenes5-6 |
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... courser's flank " Before proud chiefs of princely rank , " When charging to the cheering cry " Of Este and of Victory ! ' " I will not plead the cause of crime , " Nor sue thee to redeem from time " A few brief hours or days that must ...
... courser's flank " Before proud chiefs of princely rank , " When charging to the cheering cry " Of Este and of Victory ! ' " I will not plead the cause of crime , " Nor sue thee to redeem from time " A few brief hours or days that must ...
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... soon , " I valued it no more than thou , " When rose thy casque above thy brow , " And we , all side by side , have striven , " And o'er the dead our coursers driven : 300 " The past is nothing — and at last " 146 PARISINA .
... soon , " I valued it no more than thou , " When rose thy casque above thy brow , " And we , all side by side , have striven , " And o'er the dead our coursers driven : 300 " The past is nothing — and at last " 146 PARISINA .
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... courser's tail , The Giant steed , to be bestrode by Death , As told in the Apocalypse . No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness I should be sole in this sweet solitude , And with the Spirit of the place divide The homage of ...
... courser's tail , The Giant steed , to be bestrode by Death , As told in the Apocalypse . No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness I should be sole in this sweet solitude , And with the Spirit of the place divide The homage of ...
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... courser might refuse To browze beneath the midnight dews : 65 But he was hardy as his lord , And little cared for bed and board ; But spirited and docile too ; Whate'er was to be done , would do . Shaggy and swift , and strong of limb ...
... courser might refuse To browze beneath the midnight dews : 65 But he was hardy as his lord , And little cared for bed and board ; But spirited and docile too ; Whate'er was to be done , would do . Shaggy and swift , and strong of limb ...
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... courser's speed , " Perchance they did not hear nor heed : Здо " It vexes me - for I would fain " Have paid their insult back again . " I paid it well in after days : " There is not of that castle gate , " Its drawbridge and portcullis ...
... courser's speed , " Perchance they did not hear nor heed : Здо " It vexes me - for I would fain " Have paid their insult back again . " I paid it well in after days : " There is not of that castle gate , " Its drawbridge and portcullis ...
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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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Página 124 - 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.
Página 125 - 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.
Página 184 - 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.
Página 125 - 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...
Página 100 - 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.
Página 99 - 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.
Página 183 - 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.
Página 176 - 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...
Página 209 - 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.
Página 230 - 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.