The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake, Volume 7 |
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Pagina 9
... late my ears rung with the damned cries Of souls in hopeless bale ; and from that place Of lesser torment , whence men may arise , Pure from the fire , to join the angelic race ; Midst whom my own bright Beatrice bless'd ' My spirit ...
... late my ears rung with the damned cries Of souls in hopeless bale ; and from that place Of lesser torment , whence men may arise , Pure from the fire , to join the angelic race ; Midst whom my own bright Beatrice bless'd ' My spirit ...
Pagina 12
... late repented ; yet — yet for her sake I feel some fonder yearnings , and for thine , My own Beatrice , I would hardly take Vengeance upon the land which once was mine , And still is hallow'd by thy dust's return , Which would protect ...
... late repented ; yet — yet for her sake I feel some fonder yearnings , and for thine , My own Beatrice , I would hardly take Vengeance upon the land which once was mine , And still is hallow'd by thy dust's return , Which would protect ...
Pagina 13
... late saw in thy loftiest reign , Even in that glorious vision , which to see And live was never granted until now , And yet thou hast permitted this to me . Alas ! with what a weight upon my brow The sense of earth and earthly things ...
... late saw in thy loftiest reign , Even in that glorious vision , which to see And live was never granted until now , And yet thou hast permitted this to me . Alas ! with what a weight upon my brow The sense of earth and earthly things ...
Pagina 22
... late so blue , And deepens into red the saffron water Of Tiber , thick with dead ; the helpless priest , And still more helpless nor less holy daughter , Vow'd to their God , have shrieking fled , and ceased Their ministry : the nations ...
... late so blue , And deepens into red the saffron water Of Tiber , thick with dead ; the helpless priest , And still more helpless nor less holy daughter , Vow'd to their God , have shrieking fled , and ceased Their ministry : the nations ...
Pagina 38
... late , Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain , And vultures to the heart of the bestower , Who , having lavish'd his high gift in vain , Lies chain'd to his lone rock by the sea - shore ? So be it : we can bear . But thus all they ...
... late , Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain , And vultures to the heart of the bestower , Who , having lavish'd his high gift in vain , Lies chain'd to his lone rock by the sea - shore ? So be it : we can bear . But thus all they ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 298 - 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...
Pagina 279 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Pagina 399 - WHEN we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.
Pagina 312 - Where had been heaped a mass of holy things For an unholy usage ; they raked up, And shivering scraped, with their cold skeleton hands, The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery ; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other's aspects — saw, and shrieked, and died — Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose brow Famine had written Fiend.
Pagina 305 - To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all : upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously — his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony.
Pagina 288 - ... should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord, Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath! Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet ! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet. Farewell to others, but never we part, Heir to my royalty, son of my heart ! Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway, Or kingly the death, which awaits...
Pagina 238 - to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books for fear of growing double;»i Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Pagina 315 - Titan ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise, What was thy pity's recompense? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
Pagina 438 - Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Pagina 291 - Shall it survey, shall it recall : Each fainter trace that memory holds So darkly of departed years, In one broad glance the soul beholds, And all, that was, at once appears.