The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Prisoner of Chillon. Manfred. Lament of Tasso, &cJohn Murray, 1818 |
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... entered there , 80 She was serene and smiling then , and yet 90 She knew she was by him beloved , —she knew , For quickly comes such knowledge , that his heart Was darken'd with her shadow , and she saw That he was wretched , but she ...
... entered there , 80 She was serene and smiling then , and yet 90 She knew she was by him beloved , —she knew , For quickly comes such knowledge , that his heart Was darken'd with her shadow , and she saw That he was wretched , but she ...
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... A bodiless enjoyment - born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER . CHAMOIS HUNTER . Even so This way the chamois leapt her nimble feet Have baffled me ; my gains to - day will 92 Act I. MANFRED .
... A bodiless enjoyment - born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER . CHAMOIS HUNTER . Even so This way the chamois leapt her nimble feet Have baffled me ; my gains to - day will 92 Act I. MANFRED .
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... Enter MANFRED . It is not noon - the sunbow's rays 1 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 ...
... Enter MANFRED . It is not noon - the sunbow's rays 1 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 ...
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... Enter FIRST DESTINY . The moon is rising broad , and round , and bright ; And here on snows , where never human foot Of common mortal trod , we nightly tread , And leave no traces ; o'er the savage sea , The glassy ocean of the mountain ...
... Enter FIRST DESTINY . The moon is rising broad , and round , and bright ; And here on snows , where never human foot Of common mortal trod , we nightly tread , And leave no traces ; o'er the savage sea , The glassy ocean of the mountain ...
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... the sight Of their own desolation.- This work of a night— This wreck of a realm - this deed of my doing— For ages I've done , and shall still be renewing ! Enter the SECOND and THIRD DESTINIES . The Three . Scene III . 121 MANFRED .
... the sight Of their own desolation.- This work of a night— This wreck of a realm - this deed of my doing— For ages I've done , and shall still be renewing ! Enter the SECOND and THIRD DESTINIES . The Three . Scene III . 121 MANFRED .
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ABBOT Alps answer Arimanes ASTARTE beautiful BEN JONSON beneath bird blood Bonnivard breath brow Cantos castle chain CHAMOIS HUNTER change came o'er clay clouds cold curse darkness death despair destiny doth dread dream dungeon dwell earth Edition eternal Exit MANFRED eyes fatal fear feel Ferrara fetters Gadara Geneve grave grief hath heart heaven her's HERMAN hour immortal LAMENT OF TASSO light live look LORD LORD BYRON MANUEL mind mix'd mortal mountain NEMESIS night nivard o'er the spirit ocean Pausanias pause perish'd Poem PRISONER OF CHILLON qu'il rise SCENE shadow slumber smile solitude soul speak star stood strange sunbow's tears thee thine things THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art thou didst thou dost thoughts thyself torrent torture twas twere Twill voice walls WALTER SCOTT wandering wave WILLIAM GIFFORD wind WITCH words wreck wretched ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Page 21 - 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, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
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 15 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind, And grieved for those he left behind ; With all the while a cheek whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray...
Page 6 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain...
Page 85 - Though thy slumber may be deep Yet thy spirit shall not sleep; There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...
Page 15 - ... as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray — An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Page 27 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watched them in their sullen trade; Had seen the mice by moonlight play — And why should I feel less than they? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill; yet, strange to tell! In quiet we had learned to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are: — even I Regained my freedom with a sigh.
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 30 - Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find ; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted, It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee.
Page 50 - Boy was sprung to manhood: in the wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home, And his Soul drank their sunbeams: he was girt With strange and dusky aspects; he was not Himself like what he had been; on the sea And on the shore he was a wanderer; There was a mass of many images Crowded like waves upon me...