Select Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: In Two Volumes, Том 2John Murray, 1823 |
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... breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side ; But why delay the truth ? ―he died . I saw , and could not hold his head , Nor reach his dying hand — nor dead , Though hard I strove , but strove in vain , To rend and ...
... breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side ; But why delay the truth ? ―he died . I saw , and could not hold his head , Nor reach his dying hand — nor dead , Though hard I strove , but strove in vain , To rend and ...
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... breath of dungeon - dew ; The last - the sole - the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink , Which bound me to my failing race , Was broken in this fatal place . One on the earth , and one beneath- 210 My brothers - both had ...
... breath of dungeon - dew ; The last - the sole - the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink , Which bound me to my failing race , Was broken in this fatal place . One on the earth , and one beneath- 210 My brothers - both had ...
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... breath Which neither was of life nor death ; A sea of stagnant idleness , Blind , boundless , mute , and motionless ! X. A light broke in upon my brain , - It was the carol of a bird ; It ceased , and then it came again , The sweetest ...
... breath Which neither was of life nor death ; A sea of stagnant idleness , Blind , boundless , mute , and motionless ! X. A light broke in upon my brain , - It was the carol of a bird ; It ceased , and then it came again , The sweetest ...
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... breath came gaspingly and thick , And my crush'd heart fell blind and sick . XII . I made a footing in the wall , It was not therefrom to escape , For I had buried one and all , Who loved me in a human shape ; And the whole earth would ...
... breath came gaspingly and thick , And my crush'd heart fell blind and sick . XII . I made a footing in the wall , It was not therefrom to escape , For I had buried one and all , Who loved me in a human shape ; And the whole earth would ...
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... breath and hue . The fish swam by the castle wall , And they seemed joyous each and all ; The eagle rode the rising blast , Methought he never flew so fast As then to me he seemed to fly , And then new tears came in my eye , And I felt ...
... breath and hue . The fish swam by the castle wall , And they seemed joyous each and all ; The eagle rode the rising blast , Methought he never flew so fast As then to me he seemed to fly , And then new tears came in my eye , And I felt ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...