The Works of Lord Byron: Lara. Siege of Corinth. Parisina. The prisoner of Chillon. Beppo. MazeppaJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... sleeping ear ? They heard and rose , and tremulously brave Rush where the sound invoked their aid to save ; They come with half - lit tapers in their hands , And snatch'd in startled haste unbelted brands . 210 XIII . Cold as the marble ...
... sleeping ear ? They heard and rose , and tremulously brave Rush where the sound invoked their aid to save ; They come with half - lit tapers in their hands , And snatch'd in startled haste unbelted brands . 210 XIII . Cold as the marble ...
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... sleep , And man , o'er - labour'd with his being's strife , Shrinks to that sweet forgetfulness of life : There lie love's feverish hope , and cunning's guile , Hate's working brain , and lull'd ambition's wile ; 635 O'er each vain eye ...
... sleep , And man , o'er - labour'd with his being's strife , Shrinks to that sweet forgetfulness of life : There lie love's feverish hope , and cunning's guile , Hate's working brain , and lull'd ambition's wile ; 635 O'er each vain eye ...
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... Sleep on the surface of the barrier stream ; Already they descry - Is yon the bank ? Away ! ' tis lined with many a hostile rank . 950 955 960 965 970 Return or fly ! -What glitters in the rear ? 44 CANTO II . LARA .
... Sleep on the surface of the barrier stream ; Already they descry - Is yon the bank ? Away ! ' tis lined with many a hostile rank . 950 955 960 965 970 Return or fly ! -What glitters in the rear ? 44 CANTO II . LARA .
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... sleeps not where his fathers sleep , But where he died his grave was dug as deep ; Nor is his mortal slumber less profound , 1165 Though priest nor bless'd , nor marble deck'd the mound ; And he was mourn'd by one whose quiet grief ...
... sleeps not where his fathers sleep , But where he died his grave was dug as deep ; Nor is his mortal slumber less profound , 1165 Though priest nor bless'd , nor marble deck'd the mound ; And he was mourn'd by one whose quiet grief ...
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... sleep from Thursday morning till the " same hour on the ensuing day . At length , however , giving way to the entreaties of his attendants , he began to " restrain his sorrow , and to consider the injury which his own health might ...
... sleep from Thursday morning till the " same hour on the ensuing day . At length , however , giving way to the entreaties of his attendants , he began to " restrain his sorrow , and to consider the injury which his own health might ...
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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.