Lord Byron's Works, Volumes 1-2François Louis, at his French and English Library ... and Baudry, at the Foreign Library, 1821 |
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Pagina 6
... brow Did more than he was wont avow . III . « Let the chamber be cleared . » - The train disappeared Now call me the chief of the Haram guard . » With Giaffir is none but his only son , And the Nubian awaiting the sire's award ...
... brow Did more than he was wont avow . III . « Let the chamber be cleared . » - The train disappeared Now call me the chief of the Haram guard . » With Giaffir is none but his only son , And the Nubian awaiting the sire's award ...
Pagina 25
... brow no high - crowned turban bore , But in its stead a shawl of red , Wreathed lightly round , his temples wore : That dagger , on whose hilt the gem Were worthy of a diadem , No longer glittered at his waist , Where pistols unadorned ...
... brow no high - crowned turban bore , But in its stead a shawl of red , Wreathed lightly round , his temples wore : That dagger , on whose hilt the gem Were worthy of a diadem , No longer glittered at his waist , Where pistols unadorned ...
Pagina 29
... brow ! — « << Why me the stern usurper spared , Why thus with me his palace shared , << I know not . Shame , regret , remorse , « And little fear from infant's force ; Besides , adoption as a son " " By him whom Heaven accorded none ...
... brow ! — « << Why me the stern usurper spared , Why thus with me his palace shared , << I know not . Shame , regret , remorse , « And little fear from infant's force ; Besides , adoption as a son " " By him whom Heaven accorded none ...
Pagina 62
... brow , « How had the brave who fell exulted now ! » II . Such were the notes that from the Pirate's isle , Around the kindling watch - fire rang the while ; Such were the sounds that thrilled the rocks along , And unto ears as rugged ...
... brow , « How had the brave who fell exulted now ! » II . Such were the notes that from the Pirate's isle , Around the kindling watch - fire rang the while ; Such were the sounds that thrilled the rocks along , And unto ears as rugged ...
Pagina 67
... brow shades a glance of fire Robust but not Herculean - to the sight No giant frame sets forth his common height ; Yet , in the whole , who paused to look again , Saw more than marks the crowd of vulgar men ; They gaze and marvel how ...
... brow shades a glance of fire Robust but not Herculean - to the sight No giant frame sets forth his common height ; Yet , in the whole , who paused to look again , Saw more than marks the crowd of vulgar men ; They gaze and marvel how ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Alfonso Amaun apostolic palace arms Bard behold beneath blood bosom breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow calpac CANTO CAPEL LOFFT Catullus charms cheek Conrad dare dark dead death deeds deemed deep doom doubt dread dream Dunciad earth Edinburgh Review fair fame fate fear feel foes forget friends gazed Giaffir's Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont hope hour Houris Juan Juan's Julia knew lady Lara Lara's lips living lonely look Lord Lord Byron Muse ne'er never night Note o'er once Pacha pale Parisina poem rest rhyme scarce seemed Selim she-the shore sigh silent slave sleep smile song soul spirit strife sweet tale tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Timariot Twas twere voice wave Whate'er wild wind words young youth Zuleika
Populaire passages
Pagina 5 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Pagina 183 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure...
Pagina 18 - Poetic souls delight in prose insane; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of an idiot boy...
Pagina 61 - 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...
Pagina 17 - Who warns his friend to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books, for fear of growing double; Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Pagina 5 - 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...
Pagina 43 - So the struck Eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Pagina 143 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped; But 'scaped in vain, for in their memory yet His mind would half exult and half regret...
Pagina 194 - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away...
Pagina 137 - At half-past eight o'clock, booms, hencoops, spars, And all things, for a chance, had been cast loose, That still could keep afloat the struggling tars, For yet they strove, although of no great use : There was no light in heaven but a few stars, The boats put off o'ercrowded with their crews ; She gave a heel, and then a lurch to port, And, going down head foremost — sunk, in short.