The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Zväzok 9J. Murray, 1832 |
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Strana 5
... 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 ...
Strana 35
... 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 ...
Strana 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.
... 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.
Strana 68
... 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 ...
Strana 91
... 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 blood bosom breast bride Bride of Abydos brow canto 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 hate hath hear heart heaven heroic couplet hope hour live lonely Lord Byron MOORE ne'er never night o'er once Pacha Pallas Parthenon pass'd poem poet quæ quid rhyme Romaic scarce scene seem'd Selim shore slave smile song soothe soul tale tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Turkish Twas verse voice Waltz wave wild words Zuleika ἂν ἀπὸ δὲν διὰ Ἐγὼ εἶναι εἰς ἐν καὶ κὴ μὲ νὰ σᾶς τὰ τὰς τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν
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Strana 205 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Strana 150 - Such is the aspect of this shore; >Tis Greece, but living Greece no more So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath...
Strana 206 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Strana 262 - Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber...
Strana 177 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Strana 163 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Strana 270 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled — and Mercy sigh'd farewell...
Strana 97 - We know what we are, but we know not what we may be...
Strana 213 - Such was Zuleika — such around her shone The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone ; The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, And, oh ! that eye was in itself a Soul...
Strana 307 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; 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.