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... Giaffir sate in his Divan : Deep thought was in his aged eye ; And though the face of Mussulman Not oft betrays to standers by The mind within , well skill'd to hide All but unconquerable pride , His pensive cheek and pondering brow Did ...
... Giaffir sate in his Divan : Deep thought was in his aged eye ; And though the face of Mussulman Not oft betrays to standers by The mind within , well skill'd to hide All but unconquerable pride , His pensive cheek and pondering brow Did ...
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... Giaffir's ear , But every frown and every word Pierced keener than a Christian's sword . " Son of a slave ! —reproach'd with fear ! " Those gibes had cost another dear . " Son of a slave ! -and who my sire ? " Thus held his thoughts ...
... Giaffir's ear , But every frown and every word Pierced keener than a Christian's sword . " Son of a slave ! —reproach'd with fear ! " Those gibes had cost another dear . " Son of a slave ! -and who my sire ? " Thus held his thoughts ...
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... Giaffir felt His purpose half within him melt : Not that against her fancied weal His heart though stern could ever feel ; Affection chain'd her to that heart ; Ambition tore the links apart . VII . " Zuleika ! child of gentleness ...
... Giaffir felt His purpose half within him melt : Not that against her fancied weal His heart though stern could ever feel ; Affection chain'd her to that heart ; Ambition tore the links apart . VII . " Zuleika ! child of gentleness ...
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... right sharply dealt ; Nor mark'd the javelin - darting crowd , Nor heard their Ollahs ( 14 ) wild and loud- He thought but of old Giaffir's daughter ! X. No word from Selim's bosom broke ; One sigh CANTO I 207 THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS .
... right sharply dealt ; Nor mark'd the javelin - darting crowd , Nor heard their Ollahs ( 14 ) wild and loud- He thought but of old Giaffir's daughter ! X. No word from Selim's bosom broke ; One sigh CANTO I 207 THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS .
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... Giaffir almost call'd me coward ! " Now I have motive to be brave ; " The son of his neglected slave , 66 Nay , start not , ' twas the term he gave , " May show , though little apt to vaunt , " A heart his words nor deeds can daunt ...
... Giaffir almost call'd me coward ! " Now I have motive to be brave ; " The son of his neglected slave , 66 Nay , start not , ' twas the term he gave , " May show , though little apt to vaunt , " A heart his words nor deeds can daunt ...
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The works of ... lord Byron, Volym 2 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1816 |
The works, of ... lord Byron, Volym 2 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Fragmentarisk förhandsgranskning - 1819 |
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accents Amaun apostolic palace arms band beheld beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow call'd Cavalier Servente cheek Conrad dare dark dead death deeds deep deepest blue despair doom dread dream earth Ezzelin fair falchion fate fear feel fell felt fix'd foes gather'd gaze Giaffir Giaour Giorgione glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont hope horsetails hour Houris knew land Lara Lara's limbs lips living lonely look look'd Mazeppa ne'er never night Note numbers o'er once Pacha pale Parisina pass'd rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim she-the shore sigh silent sire slave smile soul sound stamp'd steed stern stood strife tale tear tell thee thine thing thou thought Timariot Turkish turn'd Twas Venice voice wall wave Whate'er wild words wound wrath youth Zuleika
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Sida 8 - 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 373 - With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils — never...
Sida 8 - 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! (5) 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 65 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, " Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, " Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, "Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Sida 321 - I saw them, and they were the same, They were not changed like me in frame ; I saw their thousand years of snow On high — their wide long lake below, And the blue Rhone in fullest flow...
Sida 65 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way...
Sida 317 - 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 18 - O'er emerald meadows of Kashmeer Invites the young pursuer near, And leads him on from flower to flower A weary chase and wasted hour, Then leaves him, as it soars on high, With panting heart and tearful eye...
Sida 151 - At times resign his own for others' good. But not in pity, not because he ought, But in some strange perversity of thought, That sway'd him onward with a secret pride To do what few or none would do beside ; And this same impulse would, in tempting time, Mislead his spirit equally to crime ; So much he...
Sida 105 - Salamis! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.