The works of ... lord Byron, 3-4. kötet |
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18. oldal
... the doubt from these delighted eyes ! " . " Where is our chief ? " And doubt that joy short ; - VI . - for him we bear report · which hails our coming - 120 " Yet thus sincere -'tis cheering , though so 18 Canto I. THE CORSAIR .
... the doubt from these delighted eyes ! " . " Where is our chief ? " And doubt that joy short ; - VI . - for him we bear report · which hails our coming - 120 " Yet thus sincere -'tis cheering , though so 18 Canto I. THE CORSAIR .
42. oldal
... coming foe . Revel and rout the evening hours beguile , And they who wish to wear a head must smile ; For Moslem mouths produce their choicest cheer , And hoard their curses , till the coast is clear . II . High in his hall reclines the ...
... coming foe . Revel and rout the evening hours beguile , And they who wish to wear a head must smile ; For Moslem mouths produce their choicest cheer , And hoard their curses , till the coast is clear . II . High in his hall reclines the ...
44. oldal
... coming fain would seek ; Before the Pacha's will allowed to speak . IV . " Whence com'st thou , Dervise ? " " From the outlaw's den , " A fugitive " " Thy capture where and when ? " " From Scalanova's port to Scio's isle , " The Saick ...
... coming fain would seek ; Before the Pacha's will allowed to speak . IV . " Whence com'st thou , Dervise ? " " From the outlaw's den , " A fugitive " " Thy capture where and when ? " " From Scalanova's port to Scio's isle , " The Saick ...
77. oldal
... coming fate - Too late the last to shun the first to mend d To count the hours that struggle to thine end , With not a friend to animate , and tell To other ears that death became thee well ; 1400 Around thee foes to forge the ready lie ...
... coming fate - Too late the last to shun the first to mend d To count the hours that struggle to thine end , With not a friend to animate , and tell To other ears that death became thee well ; 1400 Around thee foes to forge the ready lie ...
124. oldal
... smiles , nor more his forehead lours Than these were wont ; and if the coming night Appeared less welcome now to Lara's sight , He to his marvelling vassals showed it not , Whose 121 Canto I. LARA . Song of Saul before his last battle.
... smiles , nor more his forehead lours Than these were wont ; and if the coming night Appeared less welcome now to Lara's sight , He to his marvelling vassals showed it not , Whose 121 Canto I. LARA . Song of Saul before his last battle.
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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.