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29. oldal
... sleeping ear ? They heard and rose , and , tremulously brave , Rush where the sound invoked their aid to save ; They come with half - lit tapers in their hands , And snatch'd in startled haste unbelted brands . XIII . Cold as the marble ...
... sleeping ear ? They heard and rose , and , tremulously brave , Rush where the sound invoked their aid to save ; They come with half - lit tapers in their hands , And snatch'd in startled haste unbelted brands . XIII . Cold as the marble ...
44. oldal
... sleep , And man , o'erlabour'd with his being's strife , Shrinks to that sweet forgetfulness of life : 14 There lie love's feverish hope , and cunning's guile , Hate's working brain , and lull'd ambition's wile ; O'er each vain eye ...
... sleep , And man , o'erlabour'd with his being's strife , Shrinks to that sweet forgetfulness of life : 14 There lie love's feverish hope , and cunning's guile , Hate's working brain , and lull'd ambition's wile ; O'er each vain eye ...
56. oldal
... Sleep on the surface of the barrier stream ; Already they descry - Is yon the bank ? Away ! ' tis lined with many a hostile rank . Return or fly ! - What glitters in the rear ? " Tis Otho's banner - the pursuer's spear ! Are those the ...
... Sleep on the surface of the barrier stream ; Already they descry - Is yon the bank ? Away ! ' tis lined with many a hostile rank . Return or fly ! - What glitters in the rear ? " Tis Otho's banner - the pursuer's spear ! Are those the ...
63. oldal
... sleeps not where his fathers sleep , But where he died his grave was dug as deep ; Nor is his mortal slumber less profound , Though priest nor bless'd nor marble deck'd the mound ; And he was mourn'd by one whose quiet grief , Less loud ...
... sleeps not where his fathers sleep , But where he died his grave was dug as deep ; Nor is his mortal slumber less profound , Though priest nor bless'd nor marble deck'd the mound ; And he was mourn'd by one whose quiet grief , Less loud ...
66. oldal
... sleep from Thursday morning till the same hour on the ensuing day . At length , however , giving way to the entreaties of his at- tendants , he began to restrain his sorrow , and to consider the injury which his own health might sustain ...
... sleep from Thursday morning till the same hour on the ensuing day . At length , however , giving way to the entreaties of his at- tendants , he began to restrain his sorrow , and to consider the injury which his own health might sustain ...
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The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volume 5 Baron George Gordon Byron Byron Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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Alhama apostolic palace beautiful behold beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath bright brow Château de Chillon Chillon cold Corinth dared dark dead death deep dream dungeon earth Ezzelin fame fate fear feel fell fix'd gazed Giaour GIFFORD glance glory grave grew guilt hand hast hath heard heart heaven hour King knew Lara Lara's less light living look look'd Lord Byron Madame de Staël Mariamne mind mingled MONODY Moore mortal ne'er never night numbers o'er once Parisina pass'd poem poetry R. B. SHERIDAN rest roll'd says scarce seem'd Sheridan shore Siege of Corinth sigh SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile sorrow soul spirit STANZAS steed stood strife tears tender thee thine thing thou art thought turn'd twas voice wall waves weep Whate'er wild wither'd words wound youth
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vii. oldal - They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
241. oldal - As then to me he seem'd to fly, And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled — and would fain I had not left my recent chain ; And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load ; It was as is a new-dug grave, Closing o'er one we sought to save, And yet my glance, too much opprest, Had almost need of such a rest.
75. oldal - 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.
313. oldal - Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won. Were't the last drop in the well, As I gasp'd upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell, 'Tis to thee that I would drink. With that water, as this wine, The libation I would pour Should be — peace with thine and mine, And a health to thee, Tom Moore.
315. oldal - So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
236. oldal - The last — the sole — the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
127. oldal - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, 50 Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
228. oldal - PRISONER OF CHILLON. 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...
232. oldal - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave, Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay; We heard it ripple night and day; Sounding o'er our heads it knocked.
186. oldal - FARE thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well : Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again : Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show ! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'T was not well to spurn it so.