The Works of Lord Byron: 2Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1866 - 521 sidor |
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... look shall cast On Harold's page , Ianthe's here enshrined Shall thus be first beheld , forgotten last : My days once number'd , should this homage past Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou ...
... look shall cast On Harold's page , Ianthe's here enshrined Shall thus be first beheld , forgotten last : My days once number'd , should this homage past Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou ...
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... look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? " " Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek . 7 . " My spouse and boys ...
... look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? " " Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek . 7 . " My spouse and boys ...
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... look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know " Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . * • As I found the Portuguese ...
... look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know " Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . * • As I found the Portuguese ...
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... look on Thee ! LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been , Whose fate to distant homes confined their lot , Shall I unmoved behold the hallow'd scene , Which others rave of , though they know it not ? Though here no more ...
... look on Thee ! LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been , Whose fate to distant homes confined their lot , Shall I unmoved behold the hallow'd scene , Which others rave of , though they know it not ? Though here no more ...
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... look beyond the tomb , But cannot hope for rest before . 6 . What Exile from himself can flee ? To zones , though more and more remote , Still , sill pursues , where - e'er I be , The blight of life - the demon Thought . 7 . Yet others ...
... look beyond the tomb , But cannot hope for rest before . 6 . What Exile from himself can flee ? To zones , though more and more remote , Still , sill pursues , where - e'er I be , The blight of life - the demon Thought . 7 . Yet others ...
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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