The Works of Lord Byron: Manfred. Hebrew melodies. Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Monody of the death of Sheridan. Lament of Tasso. PoemsJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... is a malady which slays re than are number'd in the lists of Fate , ing all shapes , and bearing many names . k upon me ! for even of all these things T 包 A Have I partaken ; and of all these things ,. E I. 55 MANFRED . 55.
... is a malady which slays re than are number'd in the lists of Fate , ing all shapes , and bearing many names . k upon me ! for even of all these things T 包 A Have I partaken ; and of all these things ,. E I. 55 MANFRED . 55.
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... fate A Suppliant for his own ! Is it some yet imperial hope That with such change can calmly cope ? Or dread of death alone ? To die a prince - or live a slave- Thy choice is most ignobly brave ! VOL . V. I 6 . He ( 2 ) who of old would.
... fate A Suppliant for his own ! Is it some yet imperial hope That with such change can calmly cope ? Or dread of death alone ? To die a prince - or live a slave- Thy choice is most ignobly brave ! VOL . V. I 6 . He ( 2 ) who of old would.
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... fate hast found : He fell , the forest - prowlers prey ; But thou must eat thy heart away ! 7 . The Roman , ( 3 ) when his burning heart Was slaked with blood of Rome , Threw down the dagger - dared depart , In savage grandeur , home ...
... fate hast found : He fell , the forest - prowlers prey ; But thou must eat thy heart away ! 7 . The Roman , ( 3 ) when his burning heart Was slaked with blood of Rome , Threw down the dagger - dared depart , In savage grandeur , home ...
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... fate on whom the public gaze Is fix'd for ever to detract or praise ; Repose denies her requiem to his name , And Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame . The secret enemy whose sleepless eye Stands sentinel - accuser - judge - and spy , The ...
... fate on whom the public gaze Is fix'd for ever to detract or praise ; Repose denies her requiem to his name , And Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame . The secret enemy whose sleepless eye Stands sentinel - accuser - judge - and spy , The ...
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... fate . o have all feeling save the one decay , nd every passion into one dilate , rapid rivers into ocean pour ; at ours is fathomless , and hath no shore . JII . Above me , hark ! the long and. K 2 LAMENT OF TASSO 131.
... fate . o have all feeling save the one decay , nd every passion into one dilate , rapid rivers into ocean pour ; at ours is fathomless , and hath no shore . JII . Above me , hark ! the long and. K 2 LAMENT OF TASSO 131.
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ABBOT Abydos Alfaqui Alhama Alhambra answer'd art thou ASTARTE Athens Ay de mi beautiful behold beneath bidding blood bosom breast breath bright CHAMOIS charm clay clouds cold dare dark dead death deem'd deep didst dost doth dread dream dwell earth eyes feel fire from heaven gaze glory Granada grave grief hand hath hear heaven hour immortal King light live lonely MANFRED Mariamne mind monarch mortal mountain mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night once pain pang pass'd past Pausanias Pindus ROMAIC SCENE shine sigh silent sleep smile song Sorrow soul Sparta spirit star sunbow's sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou canst thou hast thou wert thought throne Thyrza thyself torture tremble Twas Twere twill voice wandering wave weep WITCH wither'd words would'st youth ἀγαπῶ Ζώη ΜΑΝ Аввот
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