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... Houris beckoning through . Oh ! who young Leila's glance could read And keep that portion of his creed ( 22 ) Which saith that woman is but dust , A soulless toy for tyrant's lust ? On her might Muftis gaze , and own That through her ...
... Houris beckoning through . Oh ! who young Leila's glance could read And keep that portion of his creed ( 22 ) Which saith that woman is but dust , A soulless toy for tyrant's lust ? On her might Muftis gaze , and own That through her ...
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... Houris ' eyes On him shall glance for ever bright ; They come their kerchiefs green they wave , ( 34 ) And welcome with a kiss the brave ! Who falls in battle ' gainst a Giaour Is worthiest an immortal bower . * * * * But thou , false ...
... Houris ' eyes On him shall glance for ever bright ; They come their kerchiefs green they wave , ( 34 ) And welcome with a kiss the brave ! Who falls in battle ' gainst a Giaour Is worthiest an immortal bower . * * * * But thou , false ...
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... Houris still might wait " Impatient at the prophet's gate . " I loved her - love will find its way " Through paths where wolves would fear to prey , " And if it dares enough , ' twere hard " If passion met not some reward— " No matter ...
... Houris still might wait " Impatient at the prophet's gate . " I loved her - love will find its way " Through paths where wolves would fear to prey , " And if it dares enough , ' twere hard " If passion met not some reward— " No matter ...
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... exclude their moieties from heaven . Being enemies to Platonics , they cannot discern " any fitness of things " in the souls of the other sex , conceiving them to be superseded by the Houris . Note 23 , page 21 , line 22 . The 54 NOTES .
... exclude their moieties from heaven . Being enemies to Platonics , they cannot discern " any fitness of things " in the souls of the other sex , conceiving them to be superseded by the Houris . Note 23 , page 21 , line 22 . The 54 NOTES .
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... Houris ' hymn it meets mine ear : " She is the offspring of my choice ; " Oh ! more than ev'n her mother dear , " With all to hope , and nought to fear- ' My Peri ! ever welcome here ! " Sweet as the desert fountain's wave " To lips ...
... Houris ' hymn it meets mine ear : " She is the offspring of my choice ; " Oh ! more than ev'n her mother dear , " With all to hope , and nought to fear- ' My Peri ! ever welcome here ! " Sweet as the desert fountain's wave " To lips ...
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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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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.