The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Том 3R. W. Pomeroy, 1824 |
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... and fix his gaze Upon some edict ; but I have observed For the last hour he has not turn'd a leaf . Bat . ' Tis said he is much moved , and doubtless ' twas Foul scorn in Steno to offend so grossly . Pietro . Ay , if a poor man : Steno's.
... and fix his gaze Upon some edict ; but I have observed For the last hour he has not turn'd a leaf . Bat . ' Tis said he is much moved , and doubtless ' twas Foul scorn in Steno to offend so grossly . Pietro . Ay , if a poor man : Steno's.
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... hour ; the meanest artisan Will point the finger , and the haughty noble May spit upon us : -where is our redress ? Ber . Fal . The law , my prince- Doge . ( interrupting him . ) You see what it has done → I ask'd no remedy but from ...
... hour ; the meanest artisan Will point the finger , and the haughty noble May spit upon us : -where is our redress ? Ber . Fal . The law , my prince- Doge . ( interrupting him . ) You see what it has done → I ask'd no remedy but from ...
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... hours longer , had you left to me The mode and means : if you had calmly heard me , I never meant this miscreant should ... hour ; in th ' olden time Some sacrifices ask'd a single victim , Great expiations ask'd a hecatomb . Ber . Fal ...
... hours longer , had you left to me The mode and means : if you had calmly heard me , I never meant this miscreant should ... hour ; in th ' olden time Some sacrifices ask'd a single victim , Great expiations ask'd a hecatomb . Ber . Fal ...
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... hour , when madden'd with the drone , * I smote the tardy bishop at Treviso , Quickening his holy march ; yet ne'ertheless , They may be won , at least their chief at Rome , By some well - timed concessions ; but , above All things , I ...
... hour , when madden'd with the drone , * I smote the tardy bishop at Treviso , Quickening his holy march ; yet ne'ertheless , They may be won , at least their chief at Rome , By some well - timed concessions ; but , above All things , I ...
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... To me most solemnly an hour ago . 18. Ber . How says your highness ? Doge . To a month's confinement . 18. Ber . Steno is condemn'd What ! the same who dared To stain the ducal throne with those foul words , Scene II . 25 DOGE OF VENICE .
... To me most solemnly an hour ago . 18. Ber . How says your highness ? Doge . To a month's confinement . 18. Ber . Steno is condemn'd What ! the same who dared To stain the ducal throne with those foul words , Scene II . 25 DOGE OF VENICE .
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abbot aught Avogadori behold Bertram blood Bonnivard breath brow call'd Capi che fu chief Consiglieri Consiglio Cortana council council of ten death detto Dieci Doge Doge of Venice doom doth ducal duke earth eyes father fear feel furono gate Giovanni Giunta hath head heart heaven honour hour Israel king knew less liero limbs Lioni live lord Marco Marco Giustiniani Marino Faliero Mazeppa Messer Michael Michel Steno Morgante ne'er never Niccolo Nicoletto night noble nought o'er Orlando palace passions patrician peril Petrarch Philip Calendaro Pietro prince proud quale Saint Mark's Saint Peter Sathan seem'd senate sentence Sestiero shame siege of Zara Signor soul sovereign speak spirit sword thee thine things thou hast thought thousand throne tomb traitor Treviso Trivisano twas unto Venice words wrath
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Стр. 187 - These heavy walls to me had grown A hermitage — and all my own ! And half I felt as they were come To tear me from a second home : With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade...
Стр. 178 - Lake Leman lies by Chillon's walls: A thousand feet in depth below Its massy waters meet and flow; Thus much the fathom-line was sent From Chillon's snow-white battlement, Which round about the wave enthralls: A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave.
Стр. 182 - 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.
Стр. 187 - 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. 179 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave. Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay, We heard it ripple night and day; Sounding o'er our heads it...
Стр. 180 - Like brutes within an iron den ; But what were these to us or him? These wasted not his heart or limb ; My brother's soul was of that mould Which in a palace had grown cold, Had his free breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side; But why delay the truth?
Стр. 187 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count — I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise And clear them of their dreary mote ; At last men came to set me free...
Стр. 175 - 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...