The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Including His Suppressed Poems, and Others Never Before Published, Volum 1Baudry, 1832 |
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... Notes to Canto III . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . CANTO I. Notes to Canto I . Notes to Canto II . I 9 36 39 66 97 · 128 CANTO IV . Notes to Canto IV . 136 183 THE GIAOUR . 225 • Notes . 257 • THE SIEGE OF CORINTH 263 Notes . PARISINA .
... Notes to Canto III . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . CANTO I. Notes to Canto I . Notes to Canto II . I 9 36 39 66 97 · 128 CANTO IV . Notes to Canto IV . 136 183 THE GIAOUR . 225 • Notes . 257 • THE SIEGE OF CORINTH 263 Notes . PARISINA .
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... Notes . · WALTZ . 430 434 • 437 If that high world . Oh ! weep for those . Notes . THE LAMENT OF TASSO . HEBREW MELODIES . She walks in beauty . The harp the monarch minstrel swept . The wild gazelle . 447 451 459 461 ib . 462 463 ib ...
... Notes . · WALTZ . 430 434 • 437 If that high world . Oh ! weep for those . Notes . THE LAMENT OF TASSO . HEBREW MELODIES . She walks in beauty . The harp the monarch minstrel swept . The wild gazelle . 447 451 459 461 ib . 462 463 ib ...
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... note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants ' slaves ? -the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high : -from ...
... note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants ' slaves ? -the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high : -from ...
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... note is heard , Ne vacant space for lated wight is found : Here dons , grandees , but chiefly dames abound , Skill'd in the ogle of a roguish eye , Yet ever well inclined to heal the wound ; None through their cold disdain are doom'd to ...
... note is heard , Ne vacant space for lated wight is found : Here dons , grandees , but chiefly dames abound , Skill'd in the ogle of a roguish eye , Yet ever well inclined to heal the wound ; None through their cold disdain are doom'd to ...
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... In other lands , where he was doom'd to go : Lands that contain the monuments of Eld , Ere Greece and Grecian arts by barbarous hands were quell'd . NOTES TO CANTO I. Note 1. Stanza i . Yes 3 * CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 35.
... In other lands , where he was doom'd to go : Lands that contain the monuments of Eld , Ere Greece and Grecian arts by barbarous hands were quell'd . NOTES TO CANTO I. Note 1. Stanza i . Yes 3 * CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 35.
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The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Including His Suppressed Poems, Volum 1 George Noël Gordon Byron (Baron Byron) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1833 |
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Albanian Ali Pacha Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow CANTO Childe Harold Christian Cicero dark dead death deep doom earth Egeria fair fame fate feel Ficus Ruminalis foes gaze Giaour glory grave Greece Greek hand hath heard heart heaven hills honour hope hour Italian Italy Julius Cæsar land less light live maid mind mortal mountains ne'er never night Note o'er once Parisina pass pass'd Petrarch Pouqueville rock Romaic Roman Rome round scarce scene seem'd seen shine shore sigh smile song soul spirit Stanza steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tomb Venetians Venice voice walls wave wild wind young ἀπὸ δὲν διὰ εἶναι εἰς καὶ κὴ μὲ νὰ σᾶς τὰ τὴν τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν
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Side 103 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Side 473 - 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.
Side 181 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Side 461 - 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!
Side 474 - 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 ! FROM JOH.
Side 97 - Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
Side 182 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Side 356 - 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.
Side 141 - But ever and anon of griefs subdued There comes a token like a scorpion's sting, Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued ; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music — summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound...
Side 172 - But when the rising moon begins to climb Its topmost arch, and gently pauses there; When the stars twinkle through the loops of time...