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The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1825
ABEL ADAH AHOLIBAMAH ANAH arms ARNOLD art thou aught avait BARBARIGO bear beautiful behold beneath blood bosom BOURBON breast breath brother brow CAIN CESAR chief clouds Conseil des Dix courser dare dark dead death deeds deep DOGE dread e'en earth eternal father fear feel FRITZ GABOR gaze hand hate hath heard heart heaven hope hour IDENSTEIN immortal IRAD JACOPO FOSCARI JAPHET JOSEPHINE knew Lara Lara's leave less limbs live look look'd lord LOREDANO LUCIFER MARINA MEMMO mortal ne'er never night noble Note nought numbers o'er OLIMPIA pacha pass'd prince qu'il rest RODOLPH scarce seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH SIEGENDORF silent sire smile soul spirit STRALENHEIM STRANGER tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought ULRIC Venice walls wave WERNER wild wind words wretch ZILLAH Zuleika
Sidan 380 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain, With marks that will not wear away...
Sidan 392 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are ; — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
Sidan 386 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind, And grieved for those he left behind : With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Sidan 136 - tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell.
Sidan 209 - There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp Burns the slow flame, eternal — but unseen; Which not the darkness of despair can damp, Though vain its ray as it had never been.
Sidan 389 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Sidan 387 - Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place. One on the earth, and one beneath — My brothers — both had ceased to breathe.
Sidan 135 - Gul in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In color though varied, in beauty may vie...
Sidan 377 - 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...