The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The siege of Corinth. Parisina. PoemsJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... head grows fevered , and his pulse The quick successive throbs convulse ; In vain from side to side he throws His form , in courtship of repose ; 280 285 200 Or if he dozed , a sound , a start 20 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
... head grows fevered , and his pulse The quick successive throbs convulse ; In vain from side to side he throws His form , in courtship of repose ; 280 285 200 Or if he dozed , a sound , a start 20 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
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... head : 375 He looks to her , and rushes on Where life is lost , or freedom won . XVI . Still by the shore Alp mutely mused , And wooed the freshness Night diffused . 380 There shrinks no ebb in that tideless sea3 , Which 26 THE SIEGE OF ...
... head : 375 He looks to her , and rushes on Where life is lost , or freedom won . XVI . Still by the shore Alp mutely mused , And wooed the freshness Night diffused . 380 There shrinks no ebb in that tideless sea3 , Which 26 THE SIEGE OF ...
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... head was drooping on his breast , Fevered , throbbing , and opprest ; And o'er his brow , so downward bent , Oft his beating fingers went , Hurriedly , as you may see 470 Your own run over the ivory key , Ere the measured tone is taken ...
... head was drooping on his breast , Fevered , throbbing , and opprest ; And o'er his brow , so downward bent , Oft his beating fingers went , Hurriedly , as you may see 470 Your own run over the ivory key , Ere the measured tone is taken ...
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. He lifted his head , and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He looked on the long grass - it waved not a blade ; How was that gentle sound conveyed ? He looked to the banners ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. He lifted his head , and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He looked on the long grass - it waved not a blade ; How was that gentle sound conveyed ? He looked to the banners ...
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... head ; his right arm is bare , 660 So is the blade of his scimitar ; The khan and the pachas are all at their post ; The vizier himself at the head of the host . When the culverin's signal is fired , then on ; Leave not in Corinth a ...
... head ; his right arm is bare , 660 So is the blade of his scimitar ; The khan and the pachas are all at their post ; The vizier himself at the head of the host . When the culverin's signal is fired , then on ; Leave not in Corinth a ...
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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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aught avenged Azo's band beneath blood blow breast breath bride bright brow chief chill Christian cloud cold Corinth dared dark dead death deed deemed deep doom dream earth Este's faithless fame fate feel fell felt flash gaze glance Glory grave Greece grew hand hath heard heaven host hour Hugo immortally jackal light line 13 lips lone look LORD BYRON maid mightiest Minotti moon Morea Moslem Mussulman Napoli ne'er never Note numbered o'er orbs Parisina passed phalanx plain poem prayer pride RIGHT HONOURABLE rolled Romania rose sabre Salamis Save shame shed shine shone shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh sire slain smiled soul sound spirit star steed stone stood sunk sword tears tender thine thou thought thunder thy heart turban Turcoman Venice Vizier voice wall waves weep wild words Wormwood wound youth
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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...