The works of ... lord Byron, Volym 11–13 |
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ABEL ADAH ALTADA ARBACES art thou Assyria aught avait Bactria BALEA BARBARIGO bear beautiful behold BELESES better blood breath brother CAIN Carmagnuola CHIEF conseil des dix curse dare dead death DOGE dost thou dread ducal earth Enter eternal Euphrates evil Exeunt Exit eyes father fear feel fils foes guard hath hear heart heaven hence hour immortal JACOPO FOSCARI king leave live look lord LOREDANO LUCIFER MARINA MARINA pointing Mede MEMMO Methinks monarch mortal MYRRHA ne'er never Nimrod o'er OFFICER palace PANIA Paradise père pray prince qu'il realm rebels république SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS satraps Semiramis SENATOR serpent SFERO signor sire slaves Soldiers spare speak spirit sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thou wilt thought thyself torture true twas Twill unto Venice Venise weep wherefore wilt thou wretched ZAMES ZILLAH
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Sida 20 - Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that Of blood and chains ? The despotism of vice, The weakness and the wickedness of luxury, The negligence, the apathy, the evils Of sensual sloth — produce ten thousand tyrants, Whose delegated cruelty surpasses The worst acts of one energetic master, However harsh and hard in his own bearing...
Sida 15 - Oh, thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights ! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measured for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion — at which my soul aches to think— Intoxicated with eternity?
Sida 165 - Souls who dare use their immortality — Souls who dare look the Omnipotent tyrant in His everlasting face, and tell him that His evil is not good!
Sida 2 - How many a time have I Cloven with arm still lustier, breast more daring, The wave all roughen'd ; with a swimmer's stroke Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair, And laughing from my lip the audacious brine, Which kiss'd it like a wine-cup, rising o'er The waves as they arose, and prouder still The loftier they uplifted me...
Sida 34 - A truer, nobler, trustier heart, More loving, or more loyal, never beat Within a human breast.
Sida 166 - I feel the weight Of daily toil, and constant thought : I look Around a world where I seem nothing, with Thoughts which arise within me, as if they Could master all things : — but I thought aloue This misery was mine.
Sida 46 - The very first Of human life must spring from woman's breast, Your first small words are taught you from her lips, Your first tears quench'd by her, and your last sighs Too often breathed out in a woman's hearing, When men have shrunk from the ignoble care Of watching the last hour of him who led them.
Sida 51 - By tyrannous threats to force you into faith 'Gainst all external sense and inward feeling : Think and endure, — and form an inner world In your own bosom — where the outward fails ; So shall you nearer be the spiritual Nature, and war triumphant with your own.