The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals and His Life, Volumul 11John Murray, 1847 |
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Pagina 18
... blood in its blackest spring ; From thy own smile I snatch'd the snake , For there it coil'd as in a brake ; From thy own lip I drew the charm Which gave all these their chiefest harm ; In proving every poison known , I found the ...
... blood in its blackest spring ; From thy own smile I snatch'd the snake , For there it coil'd as in a brake ; From thy own lip I drew the charm Which gave all these their chiefest harm ; In proving every poison known , I found the ...
Pagina 24
... blood- Away with me — I will not quit my hold . Man . I am most sick at heart - nay , grasp me not- - I am all feebleness - the mountains whirl Spinning around me I grow blind . [ thou ? What art C. Hun . I'll answer that anon . me ...
... blood- Away with me — I will not quit my hold . Man . I am most sick at heart - nay , grasp me not- - I am all feebleness - the mountains whirl Spinning around me I grow blind . [ thou ? What art C. Hun . I'll answer that anon . me ...
Pagina 26
... blood upon the brim ! Will it then never - never sink in the earth ? C. Hun : What dost thou mean ? thy senses wan- der from thee . Man . I say ' tis blood - my blood ! the pure warm stream Which ran in the veins of my fathers , and in ...
... blood upon the brim ! Will it then never - never sink in the earth ? C. Hun : What dost thou mean ? thy senses wan- der from thee . Man . I say ' tis blood - my blood ! the pure warm stream Which ran in the veins of my fathers , and in ...
Pagina 31
... blood - felt delight in beauty . Parisina is full of it to overflowing ; it breathes from every page of the " Prisoner of Chillon ; " but it is in " Manfred " that it riots and revels among the streams , and waterfalls , and groves ...
... blood - felt delight in beauty . Parisina is full of it to overflowing ; it breathes from every page of the " Prisoner of Chillon ; " but it is in " Manfred " that it riots and revels among the streams , and waterfalls , and groves ...
Pagina 35
... Blood , but not hers — and yet her blood was shed- I saw - and could not stanch it . Witch . And for this- A being of the race thou dost despise , The order which thine own would rise above , Mingling with us and ours , thou dost forego ...
... Blood , but not hers — and yet her blood was shed- I saw - and could not stanch it . Witch . And for this- A being of the race thou dost despise , The order which thine own would rise above , Mingling with us and ours , thou dost forego ...
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The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Vizualizare completă - 1832 |
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Pagina 63 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. - Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face ; Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Pagina 64 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old, — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Pagina 27 - It is not noon— the Sunbow's rays still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Pagina 24 - tis blood — my blood! the pure warm stream Which ran in the veins of my fathers, and in ours When we were in our youth, and had one heart, And loved each other as we should not love, And this was shed: but still it rises up, Colouring the clouds, that shut me out from heaven, Where thou art not — and I shall never be.
Pagina 64 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Pagina 31 - My joy was in the Wilderness, to breathe The difficult air of the iced mountain's top, Where the birds dare not build, nor insect's wing Flit o'er the herbless granite...
Pagina 33 - She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe : nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears — which I had not; And tenderness — but that I had for her; Humility — and that I never had. Her faults were mine — her virtues were her own — I loved her, and destroy'd her ! Witch.
Pagina 57 - This should have been a noble creature: he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled; as it is, It is an awful chaos— Light and Darkness— And mind and dust— and passions and pure thoughts Mixed, and contending without end or order,— All dormant or destructive.
Pagina 10 - The Glacier's cold and restless mass Moves onward day by day ; But I am he who bids it pass, Or with its ice delay.
Pagina 32 - She was like me in lineaments — her eyes, Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Even of her voice, they said were like to mine...