The works of lord Byron, 1. kötet |
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42. oldal
... Morning - star of Memory ! " Yes , Love indeed is light from heaven ; " A spark of that immortal fire " With angels shared , by Alla given , " To lift from earth our low desire . " Devotion wafts the mind above , " But Heaven 42 THE ...
... Morning - star of Memory ! " Yes , Love indeed is light from heaven ; " A spark of that immortal fire " With angels shared , by Alla given , " To lift from earth our low desire . " Devotion wafts the mind above , " But Heaven 42 THE ...
57. oldal
... " - " True , Affendi , but nevertheless the shot is ringing in my ears . " - " The shot ! not a tophaike has been fired this morning . " — " I hear it notwithstanding - Bom - Bom - as plainly as I hear your voice . " - " Psha NOTES . 57.
... " - " True , Affendi , but nevertheless the shot is ringing in my ears . " - " The shot ! not a tophaike has been fired this morning . " — " I hear it notwithstanding - Bom - Bom - as plainly as I hear your voice . " - " Psha NOTES . 57.
80. oldal
... morning came - and still thou wert afar . " Oh ! how the chill blast on my bosom blew , " And day broke dreary on my troubled view , " And still I gazed and gazed — and not a prow “ Was granted to my tears - my truth - my vow ! " At ...
... morning came - and still thou wert afar . " Oh ! how the chill blast on my bosom blew , " And day broke dreary on my troubled view , " And still I gazed and gazed — and not a prow “ Was granted to my tears - my truth - my vow ! " At ...
87. oldal
... , And fast and falcon - like the vessel flew ; Pass'd the high headlands of each clustering isle To gain their port - long - long ere morning smile : And soon the night - glass through the narrow bay CANTO I. 87 THE CORSAIR .
... , And fast and falcon - like the vessel flew ; Pass'd the high headlands of each clustering isle To gain their port - long - long ere morning smile : And soon the night - glass through the narrow bay CANTO I. 87 THE CORSAIR .
122. oldal
... morning cloud " Will hover o'er thy scaffold , and my shroud . " IX . She turn'd , and vanish'd ere he could reply , But his glance follow'd far with eager eye ; And gathering , as he could , the links that bound His form , to curl ...
... morning cloud " Will hover o'er thy scaffold , and my shroud . " IX . She turn'd , and vanish'd ere he could reply , But his glance follow'd far with eager eye ; And gathering , as he could , the links that bound His form , to curl ...
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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...