The works of lord ByronBernh. Tauchnitz., 1826 |
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... Italy his mind became a little playful , and he published , in a new an lighter stanza , the tale of Beppo , and the more wild and romantic on of Mazeppa . Here too , he planned that , which , had he lived to complet it , must have been ...
... Italy his mind became a little playful , and he published , in a new an lighter stanza , the tale of Beppo , and the more wild and romantic on of Mazeppa . Here too , he planned that , which , had he lived to complet it , must have been ...
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... Italian poets , I shall make no apology for attempts at similar variations in the fol- lowing composition ; satisfied that , if they are unsuccessful , their failure must be in the execution , rather than in the design sanction- ed by ...
... Italian poets , I shall make no apology for attempts at similar variations in the fol- lowing composition ; satisfied that , if they are unsuccessful , their failure must be in the execution , rather than in the design sanction- ed by ...
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... Italy : and what Athens least defer our judgment , and more nar- Constantinople were to us a few years rowly examine our information . The state Venice and Rome have been more re- of literary , as well as political party , ap- Cy . The ...
... Italy : and what Athens least defer our judgment , and more nar- Constantinople were to us a few years rowly examine our information . The state Venice and Rome have been more re- of literary , as well as political party , ap- Cy . The ...
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... Italy , of France , and of the world , by men | whose conduct you yourself have exposed in a work worthy of the better days of our history . For me , " Non movero mai corda But unto us she hath a spell beyond Her name in story , and her ...
... Italy , of France , and of the world , by men | whose conduct you yourself have exposed in a work worthy of the better days of our history . For me , " Non movero mai corda But unto us she hath a spell beyond Her name in story , and her ...
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... Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the hor Of all Art yields , and Nature can decree Even in thy desert , what is like to thee ! Thy very weeds are beautiful , thy waste More rich than other climes ' fertility ; Thy wreck a ...
... Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the hor Of all Art yields , and Nature can decree Even in thy desert , what is like to thee ! Thy very weeds are beautiful , thy waste More rich than other climes ' fertility ; Thy wreck a ...
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Adah Aholibamah Anah Arbaces Arnold art thou aught Barb bear beauty behold Beleses beneath Bert blood bosom breast breath brow Cæsar Cain call'd dare dark dead death deep Doge doth dread e'er earth eyes fair fame father fear feel Foscari Gabor gaze Giaour glory grave hand hate hath heard heart heaven honour hope hour Idenst Japhet Josephine Juan king knew lady leave less Lioni live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lored Lucifer Manf Marina mortal Myrrha ne'er never night nought o'er once Pania pass'd passion Sard Sardanapalus satraps scarce seem'd shore Siegend Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit Stralenh stranger Suwarrow sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd twas twill Ulric unto voice wave Werner whate'er wild words young youth
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Side 62 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled ; The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress ; (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Side 56 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Side 62 - 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...
Side 135 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Side 135 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came...
Side 20 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely, been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Side 49 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.
Side 576 - 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...
Side 584 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Side 171 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, "Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart; Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.