The works of lord Byron, Volym 3 |
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... till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self - abasement paved the way To vilain - bonds and despot - sway . What can he tell who treads thy shore ? No legend of thine olden time , No theme on which the muse might soar , High 12 THE GIAOUR .
... till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self - abasement paved the way To vilain - bonds and despot - sway . What can he tell who treads thy shore ? No legend of thine olden time , No theme on which the muse might soar , High 12 THE GIAOUR .
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... thine own in days of yore , When man was worthy of thy clime . The hearts within thy valleys bred , The fiery souls that might have led Thy sons to deeds sublime , Now crawl from cradle to the grave , Slaves - nay , the bondsmen of a ...
... thine own in days of yore , When man was worthy of thy clime . The hearts within thy valleys bred , The fiery souls that might have led Thy sons to deeds sublime , Now crawl from cradle to the grave , Slaves - nay , the bondsmen of a ...
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... thine evil eye , As meteor - like thou glidest by , Right well I view and deem thee one Whom Othman's sons should slay or shun . On - on he hasten'd , and he drew My gaze of wonder as he flew : Though like a demon of the night He pass'd ...
... thine evil eye , As meteor - like thou glidest by , Right well I view and deem thee one Whom Othman's sons should slay or shun . On - on he hasten'd , and he drew My gaze of wonder as he flew : Though like a demon of the night He pass'd ...
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... thine or thee , That thou should'st either pause or flee ? some dread was on his face , Soon Hatred settled in its place : It rose not with the reddening flush Of transient Anger's hasty blush , But pale as marble o'er the tomb , Whose ...
... thine or thee , That thou should'st either pause or flee ? some dread was on his face , Soon Hatred settled in its place : It rose not with the reddening flush Of transient Anger's hasty blush , But pale as marble o'er the tomb , Whose ...
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... thine accorded there ? " I watch'd my time , I leagued with these , " The traitor in his turn to seize ; 66 My wrath is wreak'd , the deed is done , " And now I go - but go * * * * * alone . " * * * The browsing camels ' bells are ...
... thine accorded there ? " I watch'd my time , I leagued with these , " The traitor in his turn to seize ; 66 My wrath is wreak'd , the deed is done , " And now I go - but go * * * * * alone . " * * * The browsing camels ' bells are ...
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Amaun arms Azrael band bark bear beneath betray'd blood bosom brave breast breath bride BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow calpac Cephisus cheek Conrad CORSAIR dare dark death deeds deep despair doom dread earth fair faithless fate fear feel fetter'd fix'd foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grief guard Gulnare hand Haram Hassan hast hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont heroic couplet hope hour Houris isle Koran light line 13 line 23 lips lonely mark'd Moslem Mussulman ne'er never night Note o'er once Pacha pale pass'd perchance rest rose round sabre sail scarce seem'd Selim Seyd she-the shine shore silent slave smile soothe soul spirit stamp'd steed stern strife tale tears tell thee thine thou thought tide Timariot to-night tomb trembling turban Turkish turn'd Twas voice wave Whate'er wild wind woman's words Zuleika
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Sida 10 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Sida 38 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Sida 158 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!
Sida 10 - As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd ! '-V Such is the aspect of this shore ; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.
Sida 150 - Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! " Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; " Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease !
Sida 79 - Gul in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In color though varied, in beauty may vie...
Sida 24 - Tis left to fly or fall alone. With wounded wing or bleeding breast, Ah! where shall either victim rest? Can this with faded pinion soar From rose to tulip as before? Or Beauty, blighted in an hour, Find joy within her broken bower?
Sida 128 - A single rose is shedding there Its lonely lustre, meek and pale : It looks as planted by Despair — So white — so faint — the slightest gale Might whirl the leaves on high; And yet, though storms and blight assail. And hands more rude than wintry sky May wring it from the stem — in vain...
Sida 24 - Gives but one pang, and cures all pain, And darts into her desperate brain. — So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like Scorpion girt by fire;* So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death!
Sida 80 - Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell.