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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... seen at the darker end of the gallery ; it is stationary ; and a voice is heard singing . ] FIRST SPIRIT . Mortal ! to thy bidding bow'd , From my mansion in the cloud , Which the breath of twilight builds , And the summer's sun - set ...
... seen at the darker end of the gallery ; it is stationary ; and a voice is heard singing . ] FIRST SPIRIT . Mortal ! to thy bidding bow'd , From my mansion in the cloud , Which the breath of twilight builds , And the summer's sun - set ...
Strona 60
... seen Some strange things in them , Herman . HER . Come , be friendly ; Relate me some to while away our watch : I've heard thee darkly speak of an event Which happen'd hereabouts , by this same tower . MANUEL . That was a night indeed ...
... seen Some strange things in them , Herman . HER . Come , be friendly ; Relate me some to while away our watch : I've heard thee darkly speak of an event Which happen'd hereabouts , by this same tower . MANUEL . That was a night indeed ...
Strona 61
... seen him once Herman ! I command thee , BOT . k , and apprize the Count of my approach . ER . We dare not . 3BоT . Then it seems I must be herald y own purpose . ANUEL . Reverend father , stop- y you pause . BBOT . Why so ? ANUEL . But ...
... seen him once Herman ! I command thee , BOT . k , and apprize the Count of my approach . ER . We dare not . 3BоT . Then it seems I must be herald y own purpose . ANUEL . Reverend father , stop- y you pause . BBOT . Why so ? ANUEL . But ...
Strona 106
... seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown , That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown . 3 . 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 ...
... seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown , That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown . 3 . 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 ...
Strona 136
... seen My mind like theirs corrupted to its grave , But who hath seen me writhe , or heard me rave ? Perchance in such a cell we suffer more Than the wreck'd sailor on his desert shore ; The world is all before him - mine is here , Scarce ...
... seen My mind like theirs corrupted to its grave , But who hath seen me writhe , or heard me rave ? Perchance in such a cell we suffer more Than the wreck'd sailor on his desert shore ; The world is all before him - mine is here , Scarce ...
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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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Strona 112 - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Strona 113 - 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...
Strona 82 - 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.
Strona 78 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Strona 81 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Strona 68 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Strona 176 - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
Strona 221 - FARE thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never '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!
Strona 247 - The palaces of crowned kings - the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, And men were gather'd round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face...
Strona 254 - Fair as herself— but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful: And both were young— yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him: he had look'd Upon it till it could not pass away; He had no breath, no.