The works of lord Byron, 1. kötet |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 48 találatból.
7. oldal
... dead Ere the first day of death is fled , The first dark day of nothingness , The last of danger and distress , ( Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers , ) And mark'd the mild angelic air , The ...
... dead Ere the first day of death is fled , The first dark day of nothingness , The last of danger and distress , ( Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers , ) And mark'd the mild angelic air , The ...
14. oldal
... dead ! The steed is vanish'd from the stall ; No serf is seen in Hassan's hall ; The lonely Spider's thin gray pall Waves slowly widening o'er the wall ; The Bat builds in his Haram bower ; And in the fortress of his power The Owl ...
... dead ! The steed is vanish'd from the stall ; No serf is seen in Hassan's hall ; The lonely Spider's thin gray pall Waves slowly widening o'er the wall ; The Bat builds in his Haram bower ; And in the fortress of his power The Owl ...
29. oldal
... dead , Point out the spot where Hassan fell A victim in that lonely dell . There sleeps as true an Osmanlie As e'er at Mecca bent the knee ; As ever scorn'd forbidden wine , Or pray'd with face towards the shrine , In orisons resumed ...
... dead , Point out the spot where Hassan fell A victim in that lonely dell . There sleeps as true an Osmanlie As e'er at Mecca bent the knee ; As ever scorn'd forbidden wine , Or pray'd with face towards the shrine , In orisons resumed ...
36. oldal
... ease - to hate . It is as if the dead could feel The icy worm around them steal , And shudder , as the reptiles creep To revel o'er their rotting sleep , Without the power to scare away The cold consumers of 36 THE GIAOUR .
... ease - to hate . It is as if the dead could feel The icy worm around them steal , And shudder , as the reptiles creep To revel o'er their rotting sleep , Without the power to scare away The cold consumers of 36 THE GIAOUR .
38. oldal
... dead ; my hope , their doom : " Though better to have died with those " Than bear a life of lingering woes . 66 ' My spirit shrunk not to sustain " The searching throes of ceaseless pain ; " Nor sought the self - accorded grave " Of ...
... dead ; my hope , their doom : " Though better to have died with those " Than bear a life of lingering woes . 66 ' My spirit shrunk not to sustain " The searching throes of ceaseless pain ; " Nor sought the self - accorded grave " Of ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
accents Amaun apostolic palace arms band beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow call'd calpac Cavalier Servente cheek Conrad dare dark dead death deed deep despair doom dread dream earth faithless fate fear feel fell fix'd foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont hope horsetails hour Houris knew Lara Lara's light limbs lips lonely look look'd Mazeppa Moslem Mussulman ne'er never night Note nought numbers o'er once Pacha pale Parisina pass'd perchance pride rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim she-the shore sigh silent sire slave smile sooth soul sound stamp'd steed stern stood strife tale tears tell thee thine thou thought Timariot turban Turkish turn'd Twas Venice voice wall wave Whate'er wild wind words wound youth Zuleika
Népszerű szakaszok
321. oldal - 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.
318. oldal - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes Ran over with the glad surprise, And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery.
321. oldal - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
307. oldal - ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
309. oldal - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
315. oldal - Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face. The infant love of all his race.
93. oldal - 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.
315. oldal - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...