The works of lord Byron, Volumen4 |
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... Nature makes that melancholy pause , Her breathing moment on the bridge where Time Of light and darkness forms an arch sublime , Who hath not shar'd that calm so still and deep , The voiceless thought which would not speak but weep A ...
... Nature makes that melancholy pause , Her breathing moment on the bridge where Time Of light and darkness forms an arch sublime , Who hath not shar'd that calm so still and deep , The voiceless thought which would not speak but weep A ...
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... in vain , And turn to all of him which may remain , Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man , And broke the die - in moulding Sheridan ! VOL . IV . NOTES TO THE MONODY ON THE DEATH OF SHERIDAN . THE RIGHT HON . R. B. SHERIDAN . 55.
... in vain , And turn to all of him which may remain , Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man , And broke the die - in moulding Sheridan ! VOL . IV . NOTES TO THE MONODY ON THE DEATH OF SHERIDAN . THE RIGHT HON . R. B. SHERIDAN . 55.
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... natural fear , Nor fluttering throb , that beats with hopes or wishes , Or lurking love of something on the earth.- Now to my task.— Mysterious Agency ! Ye spirits of the unbounded Universe ! Whom I have sought in darkness and in light ...
... natural fear , Nor fluttering throb , that beats with hopes or wishes , Or lurking love of something on the earth.- Now to my task.— Mysterious Agency ! Ye spirits of the unbounded Universe ! Whom I have sought in darkness and in light ...
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... natural music of the mountain reed- For here the patriarchal days are not A pastoral fable - pipes in the liberal air , Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ; My soul would drink those echoes .-- Oh , that I were The ...
... natural music of the mountain reed- For here the patriarchal days are not A pastoral fable - pipes in the liberal air , Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ; My soul would drink those echoes .-- Oh , that I were The ...
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... nature , like Our own ; his knowledge and his powers and will , As far as is compatible with clay , Which clogs the etherial essence , have been such As clay hath seldom borne ; his aspirations Have been beyond the dwellers of the earth ...
... nature , like Our own ; his knowledge and his powers and will , As far as is compatible with clay , Which clogs the etherial essence , have been such As clay hath seldom borne ; his aspirations Have been beyond the dwellers of the earth ...
Términos y frases comunes
ABBOT Abydos Alhama art thou Astarte Athens Ay de mi beam beautiful behold beneath blood Boeotia breast breath bright brow CHAMOIS charm clay clouds cold curse dare dark dead death deem'd deep dost doth dread dream dwell earth eyes fame feel foes gaze glory Granada grave grief hand hath hear heaven honour hour immortal light live lonely look LORD BYRON MANFRED Mariamne mind MONODY mortal mountain mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night o'er o'er thy once pain Pallas pass'd Phidias R. B. SHERIDAN SCENE shine shock Rocking shore sigh silent sleep smile song Sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou canst thou hast thou wert thought throne Thyrza thyself tomb torture tremble twill voice walls wave weep WITCH wither'd wouldst wretched ἀγαπῶ Ζώη ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Página 125 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Página 10 - 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 200 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 32 - 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. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
Página 9 - 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 33 - 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 132 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Página 86 - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep, There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...
Página 196 - ... 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. In secret we met — In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee ? — With silence and tears. STANZAS FOR...
Página 234 - He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came...