The works of lord Byron, Volym 1 |
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... round decay , The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame , perchance of heavenly birth , Which gleams , but warms no more its cherish'd earth ! Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain - cave ...
... round decay , The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame , perchance of heavenly birth , Which gleams , but warms no more its cherish'd earth ! Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain - cave ...
Sida 15
... round The air , and verdure o'er the ground . " Twas sweet , when cloudless stars were bright , To view the wave of watery light , And hear its melody by night . And oft had Hassan's Childhood play'd Around the verge of that cascade ...
... round The air , and verdure o'er the ground . " Twas sweet , when cloudless stars were bright , To view the wave of watery light , And hear its melody by night . And oft had Hassan's Childhood play'd Around the verge of that cascade ...
Sida 27
... round that faithless brand ; His turban far behind him roll'd , And cleft in twain its firmest fold ; His flowing robe by falchion torn , And crimson as those clouds of morn That , streak'd with dusky red , portend The day shall have a ...
... round that faithless brand ; His turban far behind him roll'd , And cleft in twain its firmest fold ; His flowing robe by falchion torn , And crimson as those clouds of morn That , streak'd with dusky red , portend The day shall have a ...
Sida 30
... round lost Eblis ' ( 36 ) throne ; And fire unquench'd , unquenchable , Around , within , thy heart shall dwell ; Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell ! But first , on earth as Vampire ( 37 ) sent , Thy ...
... round lost Eblis ' ( 36 ) throne ; And fire unquench'd , unquenchable , Around , within , thy heart shall dwell ; Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell ! But first , on earth as Vampire ( 37 ) sent , Thy ...
Sida 35
... round , " As if the Gorgon there had bound " The sablest of the serpent - braid “ That o'er her fearful forehead stray'd : " For he declines the convent oath , " And leaves those locks unhallow'd growth , " But wears our garb in all ...
... round , " As if the Gorgon there had bound " The sablest of the serpent - braid “ That o'er her fearful forehead stray'd : " For he declines the convent oath , " And leaves those locks unhallow'd growth , " But wears our garb in all ...
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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...