Select Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: In Two Volumes, Том 2John Murray, 1823 |
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... our time , And look like heralds of eternity ; They pass like spirits of the past , -they speak Like sybils of the future ; they have power— The tyranny of pleasure and of pain ; 10 They make us what we were not — what they The Dream.
... our time , And look like heralds of eternity ; They pass like spirits of the past , -they speak Like sybils of the future ; they have power— The tyranny of pleasure and of pain ; 10 They make us what we were not — what they The Dream.
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... speak to her , But trembled on her words ; she was his sight , For his eye followed her's , and saw with her's , Which coloured all his objects : —he had ceased To live within himself ; she was his life , 40 50 The ocean to the river of ...
... speak to her , But trembled on her words ; she was his sight , For his eye followed her's , and saw with her's , Which coloured all his objects : —he had ceased To live within himself ; she was his life , 40 50 The ocean to the river of ...
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... speak Of freedom , the forbidden fruit . - Away ! We have outstaid the hour - mount we our clouds ! [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . The Hall of Arimanes — Arimanes on his Throne , a Globe of Fire , surrounded by the Spirits . Hymn of the SPIRITS ...
... speak Of freedom , the forbidden fruit . - Away ! We have outstaid the hour - mount we our clouds ! [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . The Hall of Arimanes — Arimanes on his Throne , a Globe of Fire , surrounded by the Spirits . Hymn of the SPIRITS ...
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... speak to her - but bid her speak- Forgive me or condemn me . ΜΑΝ . NEMESIS . By the power which hath broken The grave which enthrall'd thee , Speak to him who hath spoken , Or those who have call'd thee ! She is silent , And in that ...
... speak to her - but bid her speak- Forgive me or condemn me . ΜΑΝ . NEMESIS . By the power which hath broken The grave which enthrall'd thee , Speak to him who hath spoken , Or those who have call'd thee ! She is silent , And in that ...
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... Speak to me ! For I have call'd on thee in the still night , Startled the slumbering birds from the hush'd boughs ... speak to me ! I have outwatch'd the stars , And gazed o'er heaven in vain in search of thee . Speak to me ! I have ...
... Speak to me ! For I have call'd on thee in the still night , Startled the slumbering birds from the hush'd boughs ... speak to me ! I have outwatch'd the stars , And gazed o'er heaven in vain in search of thee . Speak to me ! I have ...
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ABBOT ALBEMARLE-STREET answer'd Arimanes art thou Astarte beautiful behold Beppo blood Bonnivard breath bright brow Cavalier Servente chain change came o'er clay clouds cold curse dare darkness death deep desolation dost doth dread dream dungeon dwell earth eyes face fame fear feel friends gazed Geneve Giorgione glance glory grave hand hast hath heart heaven HEBREW MELODIES hour hues immortal knew Laura light live look LORD BYRON MANFRED MANUEL Mariamne mind mix'd MONODY mortal mountain ne'er never night o'er the spirit once pain PARISINA pass'd Pausanias PRISONER OF CHILLON SCENE seem'd shalt sleep slumber smile song soul speak stars stood sunbow's sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou canst thought throne thyself torture twas twere Twill voice walls wandering wave weep WHITEFRIARS wild WITCH words youth ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Страница 2 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Страница 12 - 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 Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray...
Страница 46 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, 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.
Страница 16 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think. I know not if it late were free, Or broke its cage to perch on mine, But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird! I could not wish for thine!
Страница 4 - 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...
Страница 4 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Страница 16 - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Страница 47 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, 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 pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
Страница 21 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watched 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 learned to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are: — even I Regained my freedom with a sigh.
Страница 15 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird ; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard...