Select Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: In Two Volumes, Том 2John Murray, 1823 |
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... bright , And in his natural spirit gay , With tears for nought but others ' ills , And then they flowed like mountain rills , Unless he could assuage the woe Which he abhorr'd to view below . V. The other was as pure of mind , But ...
... bright , And in his natural spirit gay , With tears for nought but others ' ills , And then they flowed like mountain rills , Unless he could assuage the woe Which he abhorr'd to view below . V. The other was as pure of mind , But ...
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... That almost made the dungeon bright , And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot , — A little talk of better days , A little hope my own to raise , For I was sunk in silence - lost 200 In 12 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON .
... That almost made the dungeon bright , And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot , — A little talk of better days , A little hope my own to raise , For I was sunk in silence - lost 200 In 12 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON .
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... bright sun was extinguish'd , and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space , Rayless , and pathless , and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air ; Morn came , and went - and came , and brought no day ...
... bright sun was extinguish'd , and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space , Rayless , and pathless , and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air ; Morn came , and went - and came , and brought no day ...
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... bright deformity on high , The monster of the upper sky ! And thou ! beneath its influence born- Thou worm ! whom I obey and scorn- Forced by a power ( which is not thine , And lent thee but to make thee mine ) For this brief moment to ...
... bright deformity on high , The monster of the upper sky ! And thou ! beneath its influence born- Thou worm ! whom I obey and scorn- Forced by a power ( which is not thine , And lent thee but to make thee mine ) For this brief moment to ...
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... bright , Pervading , and far - darting as your own , And shall not yield to yours , though coop'd in clay ! Answer , or I will teach ye what I am . SPIRIT . We answer as we answer'd ; our reply Is even in thine own words . MAN . Why say ...
... bright , Pervading , and far - darting as your own , And shall not yield to yours , though coop'd in clay ! Answer , or I will teach ye what I am . SPIRIT . We answer as we answer'd ; our reply Is even in thine own words . MAN . Why say ...
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ABBOT ALBEMARLE-STREET answer'd Arimanes art thou Astarte beautiful behold Beppo blood Bonnivard breath bright brow Cavalier Servente chain change came o'er clay clouds cold curse dare darkness death deep desolation dost doth dread dream dungeon dwell earth eyes face fame fear feel friends gazed Geneve Giorgione glance glory grave hand hast hath heart heaven HEBREW MELODIES hour hues immortal knew Laura light live look LORD BYRON MANFRED MANUEL Mariamne mind mix'd MONODY mortal mountain ne'er never night o'er the spirit once pain PARISINA pass'd Pausanias PRISONER OF CHILLON SCENE seem'd shalt sleep slumber smile song soul speak stars stood sunbow's sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou canst thought throne thyself torture twas twere Twill voice walls wandering wave weep WHITEFRIARS wild WITCH words youth ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Сторінка 2 - 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.
Сторінка 12 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray...
Сторінка 46 - 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. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Сторінка 16 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think. I know not if it late were free, Or broke its cage to perch on mine, But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird! I could not wish for thine!
Сторінка 4 - But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are...
Сторінка 4 - 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.
Сторінка 16 - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Сторінка 47 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. 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 of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
Сторінка 21 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watched them in their sullen trade; Had seen the mice by moonlight play — And why should I feel less than they? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill; yet, strange to tell! In quiet we had learned to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are: — even I Regained my freedom with a sigh.
Сторінка 15 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird ; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard...