The works of lord Byron, Հատոր 1 |
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Արդյունքներ 50–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 19
... things have mercy shown To every failing but their own , And every woe a tear can claim Except an erring sister's shame . * * * The Mind , that broods o'er guilty woes , Is like the Scorpion girt by fire , In circle narrowing as it ...
... things have mercy shown To every failing but their own , And every woe a tear can claim Except an erring sister's shame . * * * The Mind , that broods o'er guilty woes , Is like the Scorpion girt by fire , In circle narrowing as it ...
Էջ 38
... thing that crawls " Most noxious o'er a dungeon's walls , " Than pass my dull , unvarying days , " Condemn'd to meditate and gaze . " Yet , lurks a wish within my breast " For rest - but not to feel ' tis rest . " Soon shall my fate ...
... thing that crawls " Most noxious o'er a dungeon's walls , " Than pass my dull , unvarying days , " Condemn'd to meditate and gaze . " Yet , lurks a wish within my breast " For rest - but not to feel ' tis rest . " Soon shall my fate ...
Էջ 44
... thing he dares to spurn : “ The bird that sings within the brake , " The swan that swims upon the lake , " One mate , and one alone , will take . " And let the fool still prone to range , " And sneer on all who cannot change , " Partake ...
... thing he dares to spurn : “ The bird that sings within the brake , " The swan that swims upon the lake , " One mate , and one alone , will take . " And let the fool still prone to range , " And sneer on all who cannot change , " Partake ...
Էջ 47
... thing the living fear . " I wander , father ! for my soul " Is fleeting towards the final goal . " I saw her , friar ! and I rose 66 Forgetful of our former woes ; " And rushing from my couch , I dart , " And clasp her to my desperate ...
... thing the living fear . " I wander , father ! for my soul " Is fleeting towards the final goal . " I saw her , friar ! and I rose 66 Forgetful of our former woes ; " And rushing from my couch , I dart , " And clasp her to my desperate ...
Էջ 58
... things , in more languages than spoiled the building of Babel , upon the mistaken seer . Romaic , Arnaout , Turkish ... thing of course , and of no consequence , " in the mean time he will join the Klephtes , " ( robbers ) , which was ...
... things , in more languages than spoiled the building of Babel , upon the mistaken seer . Romaic , Arnaout , Turkish ... thing of course , and of no consequence , " in the mean time he will join the Klephtes , " ( robbers ) , which was ...
Common terms and phrases
accents Amaun apostolic palace arms band beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow call'd calpac Cavalier Servente cheek Conrad dare dark dead death deed deep despair doom dread dream earth faithless fate fear feel fell fix'd foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont hope horsetails hour Houris knew Lara Lara's light limbs lips lonely look look'd Mazeppa Moslem Mussulman ne'er never night Note nought numbers o'er once Pacha pale Parisina pass'd perchance pride rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim she-the shore sigh silent sire slave smile sooth soul sound stamp'd steed stern stood strife tale tears tell thee thine thou thought Timariot turban Turkish turn'd Twas Venice voice wall wave Whate'er wild wind words wound youth Zuleika
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Էջ 321 - 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.
Էջ 318 - 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, And mine was thankful till my eyes Ran over with the glad surprise, And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery.
Էջ 321 - 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...
Էջ 307 - ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Էջ 309 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ 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...
Էջ 315 - Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face. The infant love of all his race.
Էջ 93 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,' Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Էջ 315 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...