The works of ... lord Byron, Volume 6 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 16
Page 21
... mortal - well I knew , For he would never thus have flown , And left me twice so doubly lone , - Lone - as the corse within its shroud , Lone as a solitary cloud , A single cloud on a sunny day , While all the rest of heaven is clear ...
... mortal - well I knew , For he would never thus have flown , And left me twice so doubly lone , - Lone - as the corse within its shroud , Lone as a solitary cloud , A single cloud on a sunny day , While all the rest of heaven is clear ...
Page 74
... end of the gallery ; it is stationary ; and a voice is heard singing . ] FIRST SPIRIT . Mortal ! to thy bidding bow'd , From my mansion in the cloud , Which the breath of twilight builds , And the summer's 74 Act 1 . MANFRED .
... end of the gallery ; it is stationary ; and a voice is heard singing . ] FIRST SPIRIT . Mortal ! to thy bidding bow'd , From my mansion in the cloud , Which the breath of twilight builds , And the summer's 74 Act 1 . MANFRED .
Page 75
... Mortal - be thy wish avow'd ! Voice of the SECOND SPIRIT . Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains , They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks , in a robe of clouds , With a diadem of snow . Around his waist are forests braced , The ...
... Mortal - be thy wish avow'd ! Voice of the SECOND SPIRIT . Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains , They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks , in a robe of clouds , With a diadem of snow . Around his waist are forests braced , The ...
Page 106
... mortal daughters grow To an unearthly stature , in an essence Of purer elements ; while the hues of youth , — Carnation'd like a sleeping infant's cheek , Rock'd by the beating of her mother's heart , Or the rose tints , which summer's ...
... mortal daughters grow To an unearthly stature , in an essence Of purer elements ; while the hues of youth , — Carnation'd like a sleeping infant's cheek , Rock'd by the beating of her mother's heart , Or the rose tints , which summer's ...
Page 114
... mortal here - I dwell in my despair- And live - and live for ever . WITCH . That I can aid thee . ΜΑΝ . It may be To do this thy power Must wake the dead , or lay me low with them . Do so - in any shape - in any hour- With any torture ...
... mortal here - I dwell in my despair- And live - and live for ever . WITCH . That I can aid thee . ΜΑΝ . It may be To do this thy power Must wake the dead , or lay me low with them . Do so - in any shape - in any hour- With any torture ...
Common terms and phrases
ABBOT Alps answer Arimanes art thou ASTARTE battlement beautiful beneath bird blood Bonnivard breath brow castle chain CHAMOIS HUNTER change came o'er clay clouds cold curse darkness death despair destiny doth dread dream dungeon dwell earth eternal Exit MANFRED eyes fatal fate fear feel Ferrara fetters Gadara Geneve grave grew grief hand hath heart heaven her's HERMAN holy hour immortal knew light live look madness Magian MANUEL mind mix'd monarch mortal mountain NEMESIS night nivard o'er the spirit ocean Pausanias pause perish'd PRISONER OF CHILLON qu'il rise rocks SCENE seem'd shadow silent slumber smile solitude SONNET soul speak star stood strange sunbeams sunbow's tears thee thine things thou art thou didst thou dost thoughts thyself torrent torture twas twere Twill voice walls wandering wave wind WITCH words wouldst thou wreck wretched ΜΑΝ Аввот
Popular passages
Page 2 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 21 - Lone — as a solitary cloud, A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Page 31 - Then when nature around me is smiling, The last smile which answers to mine, I do not believe it beguiling, Because it reminds me of thine; And when winds are at war with the ocean, As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion, It is that they bear me from thee.
Page 52 - That in the antique oratory shook His bosom in its solitude; and then — As in that hour — a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced — and then it faded as it came...
Page 168 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Page 45 - Not by the sport of nature, but of man: These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing — the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself — but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful; And both were young — yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...
Page 20 - It seem'd like me to want a mate, But was not half so desolate ; And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think. 1 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...
Page 7 - Twas still some solace, in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth. To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each With some new hope, or legend old, Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold.
Page 44 - The dread of vanish'd shadows. Are they so ? Is not the past all shadow ! What are they ' Creations of the mind ? The mind can make Substance, and people planets of its own With beings brighter than have been, — and give A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
Page 8 - I ought to do — and did my best; And each did well in his degree. The youngest, whom my father loved, Because our mother's brow was given To him, with eyes as blue as heaven — For him my soul was sorely moved.