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... tears , " A restless dream or two , some glances " At Warsaw's youth , some songs , and dances , " Awaited but the usual chances , " Those happy accidents which render " The coldest dames so very tender , * This comparison of a " salt ...
... tears , " A restless dream or two , some glances " At Warsaw's youth , some songs , and dances , " Awaited but the usual chances , " Those happy accidents which render " The coldest dames so very tender , * This comparison of a " salt ...
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... tear My limbs ; and I found strength to bear My wounds , already scarr'd with cold— My bonds forbade to loose my hold . " We rustled through the leaves like wind , " Left shrubs , and trees , and wolves behind ; 66 By night I heard them ...
... tear My limbs ; and I found strength to bear My wounds , already scarr'd with cold— My bonds forbade to loose my hold . " We rustled through the leaves like wind , " Left shrubs , and trees , and wolves behind ; 66 By night I heard them ...
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... tears , " Guerdon of many a painful hour ; " To - morrow would have given him power " To rule , to shine , to smite , to save- " And must it dawn upon his grave ? XVIII . " The sun was sinking — still I lay " Chain'd to the chill and ...
... tears , " Guerdon of many a painful hour ; " To - morrow would have given him power " To rule , to shine , to smite , to save- " And must it dawn upon his grave ? XVIII . " The sun was sinking — still I lay " Chain'd to the chill and ...
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... the quiet of her sky ; And the day shall have a sun , Which shall make thee wish it done . From thy false tears I did distil An essence which hath strength to kill ; From thy own heart I then did wring The black 58 ACT I. MANFRED .
... the quiet of her sky ; And the day shall have a sun , Which shall make thee wish it done . From thy false tears I did distil An essence which hath strength to kill ; From thy own heart I then did wring The black 58 ACT I. MANFRED .
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... tears - which I had not ; And tenderness - but that I had for her ; Humility - and that I never had . Her faults were mine - her virtues were her own- I loved her , and destroy'd her ! WITCH . With thy hand ? MAN . Not with my hand ...
... tears - which I had not ; And tenderness - but that I had for her ; Humility - and that I never had . Her faults were mine - her virtues were her own- I loved her , and destroy'd her ! WITCH . With thy hand ? MAN . Not with my hand ...
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The works of ... lord Byron, Volym 4 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1816 |
The works of lord Byron, Volym 4 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1823 |
The works of lord Byron, Volym 4 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1830 |
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ABBOT Abydos Alhama Alhambra answer'd Arimanes art thou ASTARTE Ay de mi beautiful behold beneath blood breast breath bright brow call'd CHAMOIS clay clouds cold dare dark dead death deem'd deep despair dost doth dread dream dwell earth eyes fear feel gaze glory Granada grave hand hath heart heaven Hetman hour immortal King knew light limbs live lonely look MANFRED Mariamne Mazeppa mind monarch MONODY mortal mountain mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night o'er once pain pang pass'd Pausanias Pindus R. B. SHERIDAN SCENE sigh silent sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star steed sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thou wert thought throne thyself torture Twas Twere twill voice waves weep wild WITCH wither'd wouldst youth ἀγαπῶ Ζώη ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Sida 122 - 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 118 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Sida 154 - That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Sida 72 - 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 237 - As once I wept, if I could weep My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
Sida 320 - They slept on the abyss, without a surge, — The waves were dead : the tides were in their grave: The moon, their mistress, had expired before : The winds were withered in the stagnant air, And the clouds perished: Darkness had no need Of aid from them — she was the universe.
Sida 235 - 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 62 - But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Sida 130 - Away ; we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress : Will this unteach us to complain ? Or make one mourner weep the less ? And thou — who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
Sida 109 - Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...