The works of ... lord Byron, 3-4. kötet |
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15. oldal
... brow , " How had the brave who fell exulted now ! ” II . Such were the notes that from the Pirate's isle , Around the kindling watch - fire rang the while ; Such were the sounds that thrilled the rocks along , And unto ears as rugged ...
... brow , " How had the brave who fell exulted now ! ” II . Such were the notes that from the Pirate's isle , Around the kindling watch - fire rang the while ; Such were the sounds that thrilled the rocks along , And unto ears as rugged ...
22. oldal
... brow shades a glance of fire : Robust but not Herculean to the sight - - No giant frame sets forth his common height ; 200 Yet , in the whole , who paused to look again , Saw more than marks the crowd of vulgar men ; They gaze and ...
... brow shades a glance of fire : Robust but not Herculean to the sight - - No giant frame sets forth his common height ; 200 Yet , in the whole , who paused to look again , Saw more than marks the crowd of vulgar men ; They gaze and ...
24. oldal
... brow ; Then - Stranger ! if thou canst , and tremblest not , Behold his soul - the rest that soothes his lot ! how that lone and blighted bosom sears The scathing thought of exeerated years ! Mark - Behold — but who hath seen , or c'er ...
... brow ; Then - Stranger ! if thou canst , and tremblest not , Behold his soul - the rest that soothes his lot ! how that lone and blighted bosom sears The scathing thought of exeerated years ! Mark - Behold — but who hath seen , or c'er ...
48. oldal
... brow's sabler gloom , Glared on the Moslems ' eyes some Afrit sprita , Whose demon death - blow left no hope for fight . The wild confusion , and the swarthy glow 760 Of flames on high , and torches from below ; The shriek of terror ...
... brow's sabler gloom , Glared on the Moslems ' eyes some Afrit sprita , Whose demon death - blow left no hope for fight . The wild confusion , and the swarthy glow 760 Of flames on high , and torches from below ; The shriek of terror ...
61. oldal
... brow : And these his accents had a sound of mirth , As if the last he could enjoy on earth ; G Yet ' gainst his nature for through that short life , Few thoughts had he to spare from gloom and strife . XIV . " Corsair ! thy doom is ...
... brow : And these his accents had a sound of mirth , As if the last he could enjoy on earth ; G Yet ' gainst his nature for through that short life , Few thoughts had he to spare from gloom and strife . XIV . " Corsair ! thy doom is ...
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Abydos accents apostolic palace arms Athens aught beam behold beneath blood bosom breast breath broke brow calm cheek Conrad CORSAIR Curious fool dare dark dead death deeds deemed deep dread dream earth Ezzelin faint fair falchion fate fear feel forget gazed Giaour glance grief Gulnare hand hast hate hath head heard heart heaven hope hour Kaled knew land Lara Lara's less light linked band lonely look LORD BYRON meet the marks mirth morn mortal mourn ne'er Newstead Abbey night night song numbers o'er once Otho Otho's Pacha pang passed perchance pride rest scarce scene seemed Serf Seyd shun sigh silent slave sleep slumber smile snatch soothe soul spirit stern stranger strife sunk sway tale tears thee thine thou art thought triumph twas twere twill voice waves weep Whate'er wild words
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105. oldal - 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 mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
13. oldal - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
122. oldal - ... host of the Lord, Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath ! Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet ! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet. Farewell to others, but never we part, Heir to my royalty, son of my heart ! Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway, Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day ! SAUL. THOU whose spell can raise the...
66. oldal - Well! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly as it was wont to do. Thy husband's blest— and 'twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot: But let them pass— Oh! how my heart Would hate him, if he loved thee not! When late I saw thy favourite child I thought my jealous heart would break; But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.
105. 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.
141. oldal - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
141. oldal - 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!
21. oldal - That man of loneliness and mystery, Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart.
140. oldal - For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still?
94. oldal - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.