The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Volume 3R. W. Pomeroy, 1824 |
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... speaking of the drama of Marino Faliero , I forgot to men- tion that the desire of preserving , though still too remote , a nearer approach to unity than the irregularity which is the re- proach of the English theatrical compositions ...
... speaking of the drama of Marino Faliero , I forgot to men- tion that the desire of preserving , though still too remote , a nearer approach to unity than the irregularity which is the re- proach of the English theatrical compositions ...
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... speak not , stir not , - Leave all to me ; we shall have much to do , And you shall have a part . - But now retire , ' Tis fit I were alone . Ber . Fal . ( taking up and placing the ducal bonnet on the Ere I depart , table . ) I pray ...
... speak not , stir not , - Leave all to me ; we shall have much to do , And you shall have a part . - But now retire , ' Tis fit I were alone . Ber . Fal . ( taking up and placing the ducal bonnet on the Ere I depart , table . ) I pray ...
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... Speak out ; fear nothing : being stung at heart , What would you do to be revenged on this man ! Is . Ber . That which I dare not name , and yet will do . Doge . Then wherefore come you here ? Is . Ber . I come for justice , Because my ...
... Speak out ; fear nothing : being stung at heart , What would you do to be revenged on this man ! Is . Ber . That which I dare not name , and yet will do . Doge . Then wherefore come you here ? Is . Ber . I come for justice , Because my ...
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... speak my feelings ! Doge . Give them breath . Mine have no further outrage to endure . Is . Ber . Then , in a word , it rests but on your word To punish and avenge - I will not say My petty wrong , for what is a mere blow , However vile ...
... speak my feelings ! Doge . Give them breath . Mine have no further outrage to endure . Is . Ber . Then , in a word , it rests but on your word To punish and avenge - I will not say My petty wrong , for what is a mere blow , However vile ...
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... speaking thus , Perhaps I pass the sentence of my death ! Doge . And suffering what thou hast done - fear'st thou Be silent then , and live on , to be beaten By those for whom thou hast bled . ls . Ber . [ death ? No , I will speak At ...
... speaking thus , Perhaps I pass the sentence of my death ! Doge . And suffering what thou hast done - fear'st thou Be silent then , and live on , to be beaten By those for whom thou hast bled . ls . Ber . [ death ? No , I will speak At ...
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Page 176 - 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, With marks that will not wear away...
Page 185 - I thought of this, and I was glad, For thought of them had made me mad ; But I was curious to ascend To my barr'd windows, and to bend Once more, upon the mountains high, The quiet of a loving eye.
Page 187 - These heavy walls to me had grown A hermitage — and all my own ! And half I felt as they were come To tear me from a second home : With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade...
Page 178 - Lake Leman lies by Chillon's walls: A thousand feet in depth below Its massy waters meet and flow; Thus much the fathom-line was sent From Chillon's snow-white battlement, Which round about the wave enthralls: A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave.
Page 182 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Page 187 - 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 179 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave. Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay, We heard it ripple night and day; Sounding o'er our heads it...
Page 180 - Like brutes within an iron den ; But what were these to us or him? These wasted not his heart or limb ; My brother's soul was of that mould Which in a palace had grown cold, Had his free breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side; But why delay the truth?
Page 187 - 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 ; At last men came to set me free...
Page 175 - 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...