The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Including His Suppressed Poems, and Others Never Before Published ...Baudry, 1832 |
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... Fosc . Let him rest , I thank thee , friend , I'm feeble I'll stand the hazard . But thou mayst stand reproved . Guard . Jac . Fosc . That's kind : -I meet some pity , but no mercy ; This is the first . Guard . And might be the last ...
... Fosc . Let him rest , I thank thee , friend , I'm feeble I'll stand the hazard . But thou mayst stand reproved . Guard . Jac . Fosc . That's kind : -I meet some pity , but no mercy ; This is the first . Guard . And might be the last ...
Page 236
... Fosc . There , sir , ' t is Like a boy - O Venice ! Guard . And your limbs ? Jac . Fosc . Limbs ! how often have they borne me Bounding o'er yon blue tide , as I have skimm'd The gondola along in childish race , And , masqued as a young ...
... Fosc . There , sir , ' t is Like a boy - O Venice ! Guard . And your limbs ? Jac . Fosc . Limbs ! how often have they borne me Bounding o'er yon blue tide , as I have skimm'd The gondola along in childish race , And , masqued as a young ...
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... Fosc . ( looking from the lattice ) . My beautiful , my own , My only Venice - this is breath ! Thy breeze , Thine ... Fosc . They will not banish me again ? —No - no , Let them wring on ; I am strong yet . Guard . And the rack will be ...
... Fosc . ( looking from the lattice ) . My beautiful , my own , My only Venice - this is breath ! Thy breeze , Thine ... Fosc . They will not banish me again ? —No - no , Let them wring on ; I am strong yet . Guard . And the rack will be ...
Page 238
... Fosc . So doth the earth , and sky , the blue of ocean , The brightness of our city , and her domes , The mirth of her Piazza , even now Its merry hum of nations pierces here , Even here , into these chambers of the unknown Who govern ...
... Fosc . So doth the earth , and sky , the blue of ocean , The brightness of our city , and her domes , The mirth of her Piazza , even now Its merry hum of nations pierces here , Even here , into these chambers of the unknown Who govern ...
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... Fosc . ( after drinking ) . I thank you : I am better . Fam . I am commanded to inform you that III . 17 Your further trial is postponed . Jac . Fosc . THE TWO FOSCARI . 257.
... Fosc . ( after drinking ) . I thank you : I am better . Fam . I am commanded to inform you that III . 17 Your further trial is postponed . Jac . Fosc . THE TWO FOSCARI . 257.
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Abbot Abel Adah Aholibamah Anah aught avait Barb bear beautiful behold Benin Bert BERTUCCIO blood Bour breath brother Cæsar Cain Chief Council Council of Ten dare death Doge Doge of Venice dost thou doth ducal Duke earth Enter eternal Exeunt Exit eyes father fear feel Fosc Foscari Fritz Gabor hath hear heart heaven honour hour Iden IDENSTEIN Japhet king leave Lioni live look lord Loredano Lucifer Manf Marino Faliero Memmo Michel Steno mortal Myrrha ne'er never night noble o'er palace Pania pray prince qu'il Salemenes Sard Sardanapalus satraps Siegen Siegendorf Signor sire slave soldier soul speak spirit Steno Stral Stralenheim sword thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Ulric unto Venice walls Werner wilt words wouldst thou wretch
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Page 4 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains ; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Page 34 - 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 watchdog bay'd beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Page 10 - Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mixed essence, make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will, Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Page 9 - The future, till the past be gulfd in darkness, It is not of my search. — My mother Earth ! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, Why are ye beautiful ? I cannot love ye. And thou, the bright eye of the universe, That openest over all, and unto all Art a delight — thou shin'st not on my heart.
Page 36 - The mind which is immortal makes itself Requital for its good or evil thoughts — Is its own origin of ill and end, And its own place and time...
Page 30 - gin to fear that thou art past all aid From me and from my calling; yet so young, I still would— Man. Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death...
Page 34 - And thou didst shine, thou rolling moon, upon All this, and cast a wide and tender light, Which softened down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and fill'd up, As 'twere anew, the gaps of centuries...
Page 17 - 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 ; But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty : She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe...
Page 8 - And a magic voice and verse Hath baptized thee with a curse ; And a spirit of the air Hath begirt thee with a snare ; In the wind there is a voice Shall forbid thee to rejoice ; And to thee shall Night deny All the quiet of her sky ; And the day shall have a sun, Which shall make thee wish it done.
Page 362 - May he live in the pangs which others die with ! And death itself wax something worse than death To him who first acquainted him with man ! Hence, fratricide! henceforth that word is Cain, Through all the coming myriads of mankind, Who shall abhor thee, though thou wert their sire! May the grass wither from thy feet ! the woods Deny thee shelter! earth a home! the dust A grave ! the sun his light ! and heaven her God.