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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... dream · Page 239 240 244 • 246 255 • 260 Prometheus Romance muy doloroso del sitio y toma de Alhama A very mournful ballad on the siege and conquest of Alhama . Sonetto di Vittorelli Translation from Vittorelli Ode • Notes to the Poems ...
... dream · Page 239 240 244 • 246 255 • 260 Prometheus Romance muy doloroso del sitio y toma de Alhama A very mournful ballad on the siege and conquest of Alhama . Sonetto di Vittorelli Translation from Vittorelli Ode • Notes to the Poems ...
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... dream . C. HUN . What is it That thou dost see , or think thou look'st upon ? MAN . Myself , and thee - a peasant of the Alps- Thy humble virtues , hospitable home , And spirit patient , pious , proud and free ; Thy self - respect ...
... dream . C. HUN . What is it That thou dost see , or think thou look'st upon ? MAN . Myself , and thee - a peasant of the Alps- Thy humble virtues , hospitable home , And spirit patient , pious , proud and free ; Thy self - respect ...
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... daughter Love Still bid the bursting spirit soar To sounds that seem as from above , In dreams that day's broad light can not remove . IF THAT HIGH WORLD . 1 . If that high HEBREW MELODIES . 77 The harp the monarch minstrel swept.
... daughter Love Still bid the bursting spirit soar To sounds that seem as from above , In dreams that day's broad light can not remove . IF THAT HIGH WORLD . 1 . If that high HEBREW MELODIES . 77 The harp the monarch minstrel swept.
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... dream ; Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn where their God hath dwelt the Godless dwell ! 2 . And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet ? And when shall Zion's songs again seem sweet ? And Judah's melody once more ...
... dream ; Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn where their God hath dwelt the Godless dwell ! 2 . And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet ? And when shall Zion's songs again seem sweet ? And Judah's melody once more ...
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... dream , And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step disturb'd the dead ! 3 . Away ; we know that tears are vain , That death nor heeds nor hears distress : Will this unteach us to complain ? Or make one mourner ...
... dream , And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step disturb'd the dead ! 3 . Away ; we know that tears are vain , That death nor heeds nor hears distress : Will this unteach us to complain ? Or make one mourner ...
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ABBOT Alhama AMBRACIAN GULF answer'd art thou ASTARTE battle of Chalons battle of Platea beautiful behold beneath blood bosom breast breath bright Cast crowns CHAMOIS charm clay clouds cold curse dare dark dead dear death deem'd deep despair dost doth dread dream dwell earth eyes feel gaze glance glassy ocean glory grave grief hand hath hear heaven hour immortal light live lonely look MANFRED MANUEL Mariamne mind mirth mortal mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er once pain pang pass'd Pausanias Pindus R. B. SHERIDAN SCENE shine shock Rocking sigh silent sleep smile song Sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears thine things thou art thou canst thou hast thou wert thought throne Thyrza thyself torture tremble Twere twill voice wandering wave weep WITCH wither'd words wouldst youth Ζώη ΜΑΝ Аввот
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