The works of lord Byron, Volym 1 |
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... hope , a fame , They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle once begun , Bequeath'd by bleeding Sire to Son , Though baffled oft is ever won . Bear witness , Greece , thy living page , Attest it many a deathless age ...
... hope , a fame , They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle once begun , Bequeath'd by bleeding Sire to Son , Though baffled oft is ever won . Bear witness , Greece , thy living page , Attest it many a deathless age ...
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... hope , or end . The hour is past , the Giaour is gone ; And did he fly or fall alone ? Woe to that hour he came or went ! The curse for Hassan's sin was sent To turn a palace to a tomb : He came , he went , like the Simoom , ( 10 ) That ...
... hope , or end . The hour is past , the Giaour is gone ; And did he fly or fall alone ? Woe to that hour he came or went ! The curse for Hassan's sin was sent To turn a palace to a tomb : He came , he went , like the Simoom , ( 10 ) That ...
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... hope of sins forgiven , " Such looks are not of earth nor heaven ! " To love the softest hearts are prone , But such can ne'er be all his own ; Too timid in his woes to share , Too meek to meet , or brave despair ; And sterner hearts ...
... hope of sins forgiven , " Such looks are not of earth nor heaven ! " To love the softest hearts are prone , But such can ne'er be all his own ; Too timid in his woes to share , Too meek to meet , or brave despair ; And sterner hearts ...
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... hope or pride elate , " I'd rather be the thing that crawls " Most noxious o'er a dungeon's walls , " Than pass my dull , unvarying days , " Condemn'd to meditate and gaze . " Yet , lurks a wish within my breast " For rest - but not to ...
... hope or pride elate , " I'd rather be the thing that crawls " Most noxious o'er a dungeon's walls , " Than pass my dull , unvarying days , " Condemn'd to meditate and gaze . " Yet , lurks a wish within my breast " For rest - but not to ...
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... hope , " No more with sorrow meekly cope ; " In phrensy then their fate accuse : " In madness do those fearful deeds " That seem to add but guilt to woe ? " Alas ! the breast that inly bleeds " Hath nought to dread from outward blow ...
... hope , " No more with sorrow meekly cope ; " In phrensy then their fate accuse : " In madness do those fearful deeds " That seem to add but guilt to woe ? " Alas ! the breast that inly bleeds " Hath nought to dread from outward blow ...
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accents Amaun apostolic palace arms band beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow call'd calpac Cavalier Servente cheek Conrad dare dark dead death deed deep despair doom dread dream earth faithless fate fear feel fell fix'd foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont hope horsetails hour Houris knew Lara Lara's light limbs lips lonely look look'd Mazeppa Moslem Mussulman ne'er never night Note nought numbers o'er once Pacha pale Parisina pass'd perchance pride rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim she-the shore sigh silent sire slave smile sooth soul sound stamp'd steed stern stood strife tale tears tell thee thine thou thought Timariot turban Turkish turn'd Twas Venice voice wall wave Whate'er wild wind words wound youth Zuleika
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Sida 321 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Sida 318 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes Ran over with the glad surprise, And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery.
Sida 321 - 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...
Sida 307 - ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Sida 309 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, 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 bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Sida 315 - Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face. The infant love of all his race.
Sida 93 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,' Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Sida 315 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...