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... . Byron (6th baron.) MANFRED , A DRAMATIC POEM . " There are more things in heaven and earth , Horatio , " Than are dreamt of in your philosophy . " VOL . V. B DRAMATIS PERSONE . MANFRED . CHAMOIS HUNTER . ABBOT OF MANFRED ·
... . Byron (6th baron.) MANFRED , A DRAMATIC POEM . " There are more things in heaven and earth , Horatio , " Than are dreamt of in your philosophy . " VOL . V. B DRAMATIS PERSONE . MANFRED . CHAMOIS HUNTER . ABBOT OF MANFRED ·
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... heaven Shoot soaringly forth ; I have quitted my birthplace , Thy bidding to bide- Thy spell hath subdued me , Thy will be my guide ! FIFTH SPIRIT . I am the Rider of the wind , The Stirrer of the storm ; The hurricane I left behind Is ...
... heaven Shoot soaringly forth ; I have quitted my birthplace , Thy bidding to bide- Thy spell hath subdued me , Thy will be my guide ! FIFTH SPIRIT . I am the Rider of the wind , The Stirrer of the storm ; The hurricane I left behind Is ...
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... heaven , Well may'st thou swoop so near me - I should be Thy prey , and gorge thine eaglets ; thou art gone Where the eye cannot follow thee ; but thine Yet pierces downward , onward , or above With a pervading vision . - Beautiful ...
... heaven , Well may'st thou swoop so near me - I should be Thy prey , and gorge thine eaglets ; thou art gone Where the eye cannot follow thee ; but thine Yet pierces downward , onward , or above With a pervading vision . - Beautiful ...
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... heavens ! Look not upon me thus reproachfully- Ye were not meant for me - Earth ! take these atoms ! ( AS MANFRED is in act to spring from the cliff , the CHAMOIS HUNTER seizes and retains him with a sudden SC . II . 21 MANFRED .
... heavens ! Look not upon me thus reproachfully- Ye were not meant for me - Earth ! take these atoms ! ( AS MANFRED is in act to spring from the cliff , the CHAMOIS HUNTER seizes and retains him with a sudden SC . II . 21 MANFRED .
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... heaven , Where thou art not - and I shall never be . C. HUN . Man of strange words , and some half - mad- dening sin , Which makes thee people vacancy , whate'er Thy dread and sufferance be , there's comfort yet— The aid of holy men ...
... heaven , Where thou art not - and I shall never be . C. HUN . Man of strange words , and some half - mad- dening sin , Which makes thee people vacancy , whate'er Thy dread and sufferance be , there's comfort yet— The aid of holy men ...
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The works of ... lord Byron, Volym 5 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1818 |
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ABBOT Abydos ALBEMARLE STREET Alfaqui Alhama Alhambra answer'd art thou ASTARTE Athens Ay de mi beautiful behold beneath blood bosom breast breath bright CHAMOIS charm clay clouds cold dare dark dead death deem'd deep didst dost doth dread dream dwell earth eyes feel gaze glory Granada grave grief hand hath hear heaven hour immortal King light live lonely look MANFRED MANUEL Mariamne mind monarch mortal mountain mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night once pain pang pass'd Pausanias Pindus SCENE shine sigh silent sleep smile song Sorrow soul Sparta spirit star sunbow's sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou canst thou hast thou wert thought throne thyself torture tremble Twas twere twill voice wandering wave weep WITCH wither'd words youth ἀγαπῶ Ζώη ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Sida 211 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — 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.
Sida 102 - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. 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.
Sida 103 - 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...
Sida 76 - 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.
Sida 210 - THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me...
Sida 244 - To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony.
Sida 27 - It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Sida 166 - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
Sida 243 - Not by the sport of nature, but of man: These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing — the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself — but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful; And both were young, yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon...
Sida 205 - BRIGHT be the place of thy soul ! No lovelier spirit than thine E'er burst from its mortal control, In the orbs of the blessed to shine. On earth thou wert all but divine, As thy soul shall immortally be ; And our sorrow may cease to repine, When we know that thy God is with thee.