The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The siege of Corinth. Parisina. PoemsJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... broke Which freed her from the unchristian yoke , With him his gentle daughter came ; Nor there , since Menelaus ' dame 180 Forsook her lord and land , to prove What woes await on lawless love , Had fairer form adorned the shore Than ...
... broke Which freed her from the unchristian yoke , With him his gentle daughter came ; Nor there , since Menelaus ' dame 180 Forsook her lord and land , to prove What woes await on lawless love , Had fairer form adorned the shore Than ...
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... broken , By pointing to each glorious token . But vain her voice , till better days Dawn in those yet remembered rays Which shone upon the Persian flying , And saw the Spartan smile in dying . XV . Not mindless of these mighty times Was ...
... broken , By pointing to each glorious token . But vain her voice , till better days Dawn in those yet remembered rays Which shone upon the Persian flying , And saw the Spartan smile in dying . XV . Not mindless of these mighty times Was ...
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... broken a lingering fast 419 With those who had fallen for that night's repast . And Alp knew , by the turbans that rolled on the sand , The foremost of these were the best of his band : Crimson and green were the shawls of their wear ...
... broken a lingering fast 419 With those who had fallen for that night's repast . And Alp knew , by the turbans that rolled on the sand , The foremost of these were the best of his band : Crimson and green were the shawls of their wear ...
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... broken glass , Shivered by the shot , that tore The ground whereon they moved no more : Even as they fell , in files they lay , 690 Like the mower's grass at the close of day , When his work is done on the levelled plain ; Such was the ...
... broken glass , Shivered by the shot , that tore The ground whereon they moved no more : Even as they fell , in files they lay , 690 Like the mower's grass at the close of day , When his work is done on the levelled plain ; Such was the ...
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... broken swords , and helms o'erthrown : There were dead above , and the dead below Lay cold in many a coffined row ; You might see them piled in sable state , $ 30 By a pale light through a gloomy grate ; But War had entered their dark ...
... broken swords , and helms o'erthrown : There were dead above , and the dead below Lay cold in many a coffined row ; You might see them piled in sable state , $ 30 By a pale light through a gloomy grate ; But War had entered their dark ...
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aught avenged Azo's band beneath blood blow breast breath bride bright brow chief chill Christian cloud cold Corinth dared dark dead death deed deemed deep doom dream earth Este's faithless fame fate feel fell felt flash gaze glance Glory grave Greece grew hand hath heard heaven host hour Hugo immortally jackal light line 13 lips lone look LORD BYRON maid mightiest Minotti moon Morea Moslem Mussulman Napoli ne'er never Note numbered o'er orbs Parisina passed phalanx plain poem prayer pride RIGHT HONOURABLE rolled Romania rose sabre Salamis Save shame shed shine shone shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh sire slain smiled soul sound spirit star steed stone stood sunk sword tears tender thine thou thought thunder thy heart turban Turcoman Venice Vizier voice wall waves weep wild words Wormwood wound youth
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144 ページ - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
183 ページ - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning, as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
137 ページ - ... Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: — • Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met — In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
148 ページ - Those thou never more may'st see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow. Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now...
148 ページ - Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now: But...
146 ページ - ... Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
135 ページ - WHEN we two parted . In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know...
134 ページ - Light be the turf of thy tomb ! May its verdure like emeralds be : There should not be the shadow of gloom In aught that reminds us of thee. Young flowers and an evergreen tree May spring from the spot of thy rest : But nor cypress nor yew let us see ; For why should we mourn for the blest ? WHEN WE TWO PARTED.
136 ページ - It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
139 ページ - Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness, Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt or ocean of excess : The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others...