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... Inexplicable stillness ! which till now Did not belong to what I knew of life . If that I did not know philosophy To be of all our vanities the motliest , VOL . V. Ε The merest word that ever fool'd the ear From out ACT III . 49 MANFRED .
... Inexplicable stillness ! which till now Did not belong to what I knew of life . If that I did not know philosophy To be of all our vanities the motliest , VOL . V. Ε The merest word that ever fool'd the ear From out ACT III . 49 MANFRED .
Sida 54
... knew not whither - it might be to fall ; But fall , even as the mountain - cataract , Which having leapt from its more dazzling height , Even in the foaming strength of its abyss , ( Which casts up misty columns that become Clouds ...
... knew not whither - it might be to fall ; But fall , even as the mountain - cataract , Which having leapt from its more dazzling height , Even in the foaming strength of its abyss , ( Which casts up misty columns that become Clouds ...
Sida 60
... knew not , but with him The sole companion of his wanderings And watchings - her , whom of all earthly things That lived , the only thing he seem'd to love , - As he , indeed , by blood was bound to do , The lady Astarte , his Hush ...
... knew not , but with him The sole companion of his wanderings And watchings - her , whom of all earthly things That lived , the only thing he seem'd to love , - As he , indeed , by blood was bound to do , The lady Astarte , his Hush ...
Sida 66
... knew , and know my hour is come , but not To render up my soul to such as thee : Away ! I'll die as I have lived - alone . SPIRIT . Then I must summon up my brethren.- Rise ! [ Other Spirits rise up . ABBOT . Avaunt ! ye evil ones ...
... knew , and know my hour is come , but not To render up my soul to such as thee : Away ! I'll die as I have lived - alone . SPIRIT . Then I must summon up my brethren.- Rise ! [ Other Spirits rise up . ABBOT . Avaunt ! ye evil ones ...
Sida 97
... , They saw - but knew no more . 5 . A captive in the land , A stranger and a youth , He heard the king's command , He saw that writing's truth . VOL . V. H The lamps around were bright , The prophecy in view HEBREW MELODIES .
... , They saw - but knew no more . 5 . A captive in the land , A stranger and a youth , He heard the king's command , He saw that writing's truth . VOL . V. H The lamps around were bright , The prophecy in view HEBREW MELODIES .
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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.