The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The siege of Corinth. Parisina. PoemsJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... plain From shore to shore of either main , The tent is pitched , the crescent shines Along the Moslem's leaguering lines ; And the dusk Spahi's bands advance Beneath each bearded pasha's glance ; And far and wide as eye can reach 30 The ...
... plain From shore to shore of either main , The tent is pitched , the crescent shines Along the Moslem's leaguering lines ; And the dusk Spahi's bands advance Beneath each bearded pasha's glance ; And far and wide as eye can reach 30 The ...
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... plain and smoky skies , With fires that answer fast and well The summons of the Infidel . III . But near and nearest to the wall 50 Of those who wish and work its fall , With deeper skill in war's black art Than Othman's sons , and high ...
... plain and smoky skies , With fires that answer fast and well The summons of the Infidel . III . But near and nearest to the wall 50 Of those who wish and work its fall , With deeper skill in war's black art Than Othman's sons , and high ...
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... ' Gainst which he reared the Crescent high , And battled to avenge or die . V. Coumourgi 2 - he whose closing scenc Adorned the triumph of Eugene , 95 65 85 When on Carlowitz ' bloody plain , The last and THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 7.
... ' Gainst which he reared the Crescent high , And battled to avenge or die . V. Coumourgi 2 - he whose closing scenc Adorned the triumph of Eugene , 95 65 85 When on Carlowitz ' bloody plain , The last and THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 7.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. When on Carlowitz ' bloody plain , The last and mightiest of the slain , He sank , regretting not to die , But curst the Christian's victory- Coumourgi - can his glory cease , 100 That latest conqueror of ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. When on Carlowitz ' bloody plain , The last and mightiest of the slain , He sank , regretting not to die , But curst the Christian's victory- Coumourgi - can his glory cease , 100 That latest conqueror of ...
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... plain : ' Twas musical , but sadly sweet , 225 Such as when winds and harp - strings meet , And take a long unmeasured tone , To mortal minstrelsy unknown . It seemed to those within the wall A cry prophetic of their fall : 230 It ...
... plain : ' Twas musical , but sadly sweet , 225 Such as when winds and harp - strings meet , And take a long unmeasured tone , To mortal minstrelsy unknown . It seemed to those within the wall A cry prophetic of their fall : 230 It ...
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The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The siege of Corinth ... George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1818 |
The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The siege of Corinth ... George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1818 |
The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The siege of Corinth ... George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1818 |
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Sida 144 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Sida 183 - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning, as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
Sida 137 - ... Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: — • Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met — In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Sida 148 - Those thou never more may'st see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow. Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now...
Sida 148 - Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now: But...
Sida 146 - ... Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
Sida 135 - WHEN we two parted . In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know...
Sida 134 - Light be the turf of thy tomb ! May its verdure like emeralds be : There should not be the shadow of gloom In aught that reminds us of thee. Young flowers and an evergreen tree May spring from the spot of thy rest : But nor cypress nor yew let us see ; For why should we mourn for the blest ? WHEN WE TWO PARTED.
Sida 136 - It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
Sida 139 - Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness, Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt or ocean of excess : The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others...