The Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One VolumeH.L. Broenner, 1826 - 776 Seiten |
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... dare to pave their way With human hearts - to what ? -a dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ? Or call with truth one span of earth their own , Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone ? Oh , Albuera ...
... dare to pave their way With human hearts - to what ? -a dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ? Or call with truth one span of earth their own , Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone ? Oh , Albuera ...
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... dare to move , ' Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove Pecking the hand that hovers o'er her mate : In softness as in firmness far above Remoter females , famed for sickening prate ; Her mind is nobler sure , her charms per- chance ...
... dare to move , ' Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove Pecking the hand that hovers o'er her mate : In softness as in firmness far above Remoter females , famed for sickening prate ; Her mind is nobler sure , her charms per- chance ...
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... dare To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine , Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine . Thus Harold deem'd , as on that lady's eye He look'd , and met its beam without a thought , Save Admiration glancing harmless by ...
... dare To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine , Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine . Thus Harold deem'd , as on that lady's eye He look'd , and met its beam without a thought , Save Admiration glancing harmless by ...
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... dare encounter hostile rage , Or tear their name defiled from Slavery's mournful page . Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow ? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought ? Will Gaul ...
... dare encounter hostile rage , Or tear their name defiled from Slavery's mournful page . Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow ? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought ? Will Gaul ...
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... vain man below . But ere these matchless heights I dare to scan . There is a spot should not be pass'd in vain , —- Which it would cope with , on delighted wing , 30 CANTO III . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . ST . 56-63 .
... vain man below . But ere these matchless heights I dare to scan . There is a spot should not be pass'd in vain , —- Which it would cope with , on delighted wing , 30 CANTO III . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . ST . 56-63 .
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adah Aholibamah Anah Arbaces Arnold art thou aught Barb beauty behold Beleses beneath Bert blood bosom breast breath brow Cæsar Cain call'd dare dark dead death deep Doge doth dread dream e'er earth eyes fair fame father fear feel Foscari Gabor gaze Giaour glory grave hand hath heard heart heaven honour hope hour Idenst Japhet Josephine Juan king knew lady leave less Lioni live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lored Lucifer Manf Marina mortal Myrrha ne'er never night nought o'er once Pania pass'd passion Sard Sardanapalus satraps scarce seem'd shore Siegend Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit Stralenh stranger Suwarrow sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd twas twill Ulric unto voice wave Werner whate'er wild words young youth
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Seite 583 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Seite 584 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Seite 33 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Seite 26 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Seite 56 - Dark-heaving, boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Seite 55 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Seite 26 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Seite 33 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Seite 55 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before. To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Seite 38 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...