The Works of Lord Byron: Lara. Siege of Corinth. Parisina. The prisoner of Chillon. Beppo. MazeppaJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... never canst thou cancel half her debt , 66 Eternity forbids thee to forget . " 440 446 With slow and searching glance upon his face Grew Lara's eyes , but nothing there could trace They knew , or chose to know - with dubious look He ...
... never canst thou cancel half her debt , 66 Eternity forbids thee to forget . " 440 446 With slow and searching glance upon his face Grew Lara's eyes , but nothing there could trace They knew , or chose to know - with dubious look He ...
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... never been , 1060 A breathing but devoted warrior lay : " Twas Lara bleeding fast from life away . His follower once , and now his only guide , Kneels Kaled watchful o'er his welling side , And with his scarf would stanch the tides that ...
... never been , 1060 A breathing but devoted warrior lay : " Twas Lara bleeding fast from life away . His follower once , and now his only guide , Kneels Kaled watchful o'er his welling side , And with his scarf would stanch the tides that ...
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... never yet beneath The breast of man such trusty love may breathe ! That trying moment hath at once reveal'd The secret long and yet but half - conceal'd ; 1160 In baring to revive that lifeless breast , Its grief 52 CANTO II . LARA .
... never yet beneath The breast of man such trusty love may breathe ! That trying moment hath at once reveal'd The secret long and yet but half - conceal'd ; 1160 In baring to revive that lifeless breast , Its grief 52 CANTO II . LARA .
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... never loud ; But furious would you tear her from the spot Where yet she scarce believed that he was not , 1250 Her eye shot forth with all the living fire That haunts the tigress in her whelpless ire ; But left to waste her weary ...
... never loud ; But furious would you tear her from the spot Where yet she scarce believed that he was not , 1250 Her eye shot forth with all the living fire That haunts the tigress in her whelpless ire ; But left to waste her weary ...
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... Never had shaken his nerves in fight ; But he better could brook to behold the dying , Deep in the tide of their warm blood lying , 425 430 435 Scorch'd with the death - thirst , and writhing in vain , Than the perishing dead who are ...
... Never had shaken his nerves in fight ; But he better could brook to behold the dying , Deep in the tide of their warm blood lying , 425 430 435 Scorch'd with the death - thirst , and writhing in vain , Than the perishing dead who are ...
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accents apostolic palace appear'd beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom bound breast breath brow call'd Cavalier Servente Charles XII cheek CHILLON cold dare dark dead death deep dread dream dungeon earth Ezzelin faint falchion fame fear feel fell felt fix'd forget gather'd gazed Geneve Giorgione glance grave grew half hand hath head heard heart heaven Hetman hope horsetails hour Kaled knew Lara Lara's Laura less limbs lips look look'd LORD BYRON Mazeppa Minotti ne'er never night nought numbers o'er once Otho Otho's Parisina pass'd past PRISONER OF CHILLON renegado rest roll'd rose round scarce seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent sire smile soul sound steed stood tale tears thee thine things thou thought thousand Turcoman Turks turn'd twas Venice voice wall waves Whate'er wild words wound youth
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Стр. 168 - In this last loss, of all the most ! And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less...
Стр. 173 - And then there was a little isle Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view ; A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Стр. 160 - My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, 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 bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare; But this was for my father's faith I suffer'd chains and courted death...
Стр. 161 - A sunbeam which hath lost its way, And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left; Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp. And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain...
Стр. 170 - But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird! I could not wish for thine! Or if it were, in winged guise, A visitant from Paradise; For— Heaven forgive that thought!
Стр. 164 - 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. 166 - God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Стр. 12 - All was so still, so soft in earth and air, You scarce would start to meet a spirit there ; Secure that nought of evil could delight To walk in such a scene, on such a night...
Стр. 172 - Who loved me in a human shape ; , And the whole earth would henceforth be A wider prison unto me; No child, no sire, no kin had I, No partner in my misery ; I thought of this, and I was glad, For thought of them had made me mad ; But I was curious to ascend To my barr'd windows, and to bend Once more, upon the mountains high, The quiet of a loving eye.
Стр. 170 - 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.