The Works of Lord Byron: 2Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1866 - 521 sidor |
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... knew , nor haply cared to know ; For his was not that open , artless soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole , Whate'er this grief mote be , which he could not control . IX . And none ...
... knew , nor haply cared to know ; For his was not that open , artless soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole , Whate'er this grief mote be , which he could not control . IX . And none ...
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... knew , till then , the weight of Despot's chains . XIII . What ! shall it e'er be said by British tongue , Albion was happy in Athena's tears ? Though in thy name the slaves her bosom wrung , Tell not the deed to blushing Europe's ears ...
... knew , till then , the weight of Despot's chains . XIII . What ! shall it e'er be said by British tongue , Albion was happy in Athena's tears ? Though in thy name the slaves her bosom wrung , Tell not the deed to blushing Europe's ears ...
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... knew his votary often lost and caught , But knew him as his worshipper no more , And ne'er again the boy his bosom sought : Since now he vainly urged him to adore , Well deem'd the little God his ancient sway was o'er . XXXII . Fair ...
... knew his votary often lost and caught , But knew him as his worshipper no more , And ne'er again the boy his bosom sought : Since now he vainly urged him to adore , Well deem'd the little God his ancient sway was o'er . XXXII . Fair ...
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... knew himself the most unfit Of men to herd with Man ; with whom he held Little in common ; untaught to submit His thoughts to others , though his soul was quell'd In youth by his own thoughts ; still uncompell'd , He would not yield ...
... knew himself the most unfit Of men to herd with Man ; with whom he held Little in common ; untaught to submit His thoughts to others , though his soul was quell'd In youth by his own thoughts ; still uncompell'd , He would not yield ...
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... knew that peal too well Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier , And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell : He rush'd into the field , and , foremost fighting , fell . XXIV . Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro ...
... knew that peal too well Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier , And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell : He rush'd into the field , and , foremost fighting , fell . XXIV . Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro ...
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Albanian Ali Pacha Ariosto arms Athens beauty beheld beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Canto cheek Childe Harold Cicero Conrad dare dark dead death deeds deep doom dread dream earth Egeria fair fame fate fear feel Ficus Ruminalis fix'd gaze Giaour glance gondoliers grave Greece Greek grief Gulnare hand hate hath heard heart heaven hills hope hour Italy Julius Cæsar land Lara Lara's less light lips live lonely look Lord Byron mind mortal mountains ne'er never night o'er once Parisina pass pass'd perchance Petrarch Pouqueville pride rest Roman Rome round scarce scene seem'd seen shine shore sigh slave smile song soul spirit Stanza steed stern tears thee thine things thou thought tomb turn'd twas Venetians Venice voice walls waves Whate'er wild wind words youth