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... slave of glory , not of love . " I've braved it - not for honour's boast ; " I smile at laurels won or lost ; " To such let others carve their way , " For high renown , or hireling pay : “ But place again before my eyes 66 Aught that I ...
... slave of glory , not of love . " I've braved it - not for honour's boast ; " I smile at laurels won or lost ; " To such let others carve their way , " For high renown , or hireling pay : “ But place again before my eyes 66 Aught that I ...
Sida 52
... Slaves - nay , the bondsmen of a slave . Athens is the property of the Kislar Aga ( the slave of the seraglio and guardian of the women ) , who appoints the Way- wode . A pander and eunuch - these are not polite , yet true appellations ...
... Slaves - nay , the bondsmen of a slave . Athens is the property of the Kislar Aga ( the slave of the seraglio and guardian of the women ) , who appoints the Way- wode . A pander and eunuch - these are not polite , yet true appellations ...
Sida 65
... slave ! " Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; " Not thou , vain lord of wantonness and ease ! " Whom slumber soothes not - pleasure cannot please- " Oh , who can tell , save he whose heart hath tried , " And danced in ...
... slave ! " Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; " Not thou , vain lord of wantonness and ease ! " Whom slumber soothes not - pleasure cannot please- " Oh , who can tell , save he whose heart hath tried , " And danced in ...
Sida 65
... and joy in every change Oh , who can tell ? not tho , ions slave ! Whose Not WH " O sickade the hearing d of vantomes and ar other not - please ca save de mose heart t fimple the waters If , however , it were worth while to remove.
... and joy in every change Oh , who can tell ? not tho , ions slave ! Whose Not WH " O sickade the hearing d of vantomes and ar other not - please ca save de mose heart t fimple the waters If , however , it were worth while to remove.
Sida 67
... slave ! " Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; " Not thou , vain lord of wantonness and ease ! " Whom slumber soothes not - pleasure cannot please- " Oh , who can tell , save he whose heart hath tried , " And danced in ...
... slave ! " Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; " Not thou , vain lord of wantonness and ease ! " Whom slumber soothes not - pleasure cannot please- " Oh , who can tell , save he whose heart hath tried , " And danced in ...
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The works of ... lord Byron, Volym 2 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1816 |
The works, of ... lord Byron, Volym 2 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Fragmentarisk förhandsgranskning - 1819 |
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Sida 8 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Sida 373 - With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils — never...
Sida 8 - As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon,; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd! (5) Such is the aspect of this shore; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.
Sida 65 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, " Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, " Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, "Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Sida 321 - I saw them, and they were the same, They were not changed like me in frame ; I saw their thousand years of snow On high — their wide long lake below, And the blue Rhone in fullest flow...
Sida 65 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way...
Sida 317 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Sida 18 - O'er emerald meadows of Kashmeer Invites the young pursuer near, And leads him on from flower to flower A weary chase and wasted hour, Then leaves him, as it soars on high, With panting heart and tearful eye...
Sida 151 - At times resign his own for others' good. But not in pity, not because he ought, But in some strange perversity of thought, That sway'd him onward with a secret pride To do what few or none would do beside ; And this same impulse would, in tempting time, Mislead his spirit equally to crime ; So much he...
Sida 105 - Salamis! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.