The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The siege of Corinth. Parisina. PoemsJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... blow ' Gainst the nearest levelled foe , Though faint beneath the mutual wound , 800 Grappling on the gory ground . XXVII . Still the old man stood erect , And Alp's career a moment checked . " Yield thee , Minotti ; quarter take ...
... blow ' Gainst the nearest levelled foe , Though faint beneath the mutual wound , 800 Grappling on the gory ground . XXVII . Still the old man stood erect , And Alp's career a moment checked . " Yield thee , Minotti ; quarter take ...
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... blow . 815 " Oh God ! when died she ? " - " Yesternight- " Nor weep I for her spirit's flight : " None of my pure race shall be " Slaves to Mahomet and thee- " Come on ! " - That challenge is in vain- 820 Alp's already with the slain ...
... blow . 815 " Oh God ! when died she ? " - " Yesternight- " Nor weep I for her spirit's flight : " None of my pure race shall be " Slaves to Mahomet and thee- " Come on ! " - That challenge is in vain- 820 Alp's already with the slain ...
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... blow and thrust , Hurling warriors in the dust . Street by street , and foot by foot , Still Minotti dares dispute 860- The latest portion of the land Left beneath his high command ; With him , aiding heart and hand , The remnant of his ...
... blow and thrust , Hurling warriors in the dust . Street by street , and foot by foot , Still Minotti dares dispute 860- The latest portion of the land Left beneath his high command ; With him , aiding heart and hand , The remnant of his ...
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... blow , The chief , and his retreating train , Join to those within the fane : There they yet may breathe awhile , 875 Sheltered by the massy pile . XXIX . Brief breathing - time ! the turbaned host , With added ranks and raging boast ...
... blow , The chief , and his retreating train , Join to those within the fane : There they yet may breathe awhile , 875 Sheltered by the massy pile . XXIX . Brief breathing - time ! the turbaned host , With added ranks and raging boast ...
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... blow may be both swift and steady , Feels if the axe be sharp and true- Since he set its edge anew : While the crowd in a speechless circle gather 405 To see the Son fall by the doom of the Father . XVI . It is a lovely hour as yet ...
... blow may be both swift and steady , Feels if the axe be sharp and true- Since he set its edge anew : While the crowd in a speechless circle gather 405 To see the Son fall by the doom of the Father . XVI . It is a lovely hour as yet ...
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The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The siege of Corinth ... George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1818 |
The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The siege of Corinth ... George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1818 |
The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The siege of Corinth ... George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1818 |
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Sida 144 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Sida 183 - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning, as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
Sida 137 - ... Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: — • Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met — In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Sida 148 - Those thou never more may'st see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow. Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now...
Sida 148 - Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now: But...
Sida 146 - ... 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!
Sida 135 - WHEN we two parted . In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know...
Sida 134 - Light be the turf of thy tomb ! May its verdure like emeralds be : There should not be the shadow of gloom In aught that reminds us of thee. Young flowers and an evergreen tree May spring from the spot of thy rest : But nor cypress nor yew let us see ; For why should we mourn for the blest ? WHEN WE TWO PARTED.
Sida 136 - It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
Sida 139 - Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness, Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt or ocean of excess : The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others...