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... 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 Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ...
... 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 Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ...
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... shall be a redder grave ; " Her spirit pointed well the steel " Which taught that felon heart to feel . " He call'd the Prophet , but his power " Was vain against the vengeful Giaour : " He call'd on Alla - but the word " THE GIAOUR . 27.
... shall be a redder grave ; " Her spirit pointed well the steel " Which taught that felon heart to feel . " He call'd the Prophet , but his power " Was vain against the vengeful Giaour : " He call'd on Alla - but the word " THE GIAOUR . 27.
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... heaven ! " To love the softest hearts are prone , But such can ne'er be all his own ; Too timid in his woes to share , Too meek to meet , or brave despair ; And sterner hearts alone may feel The wound that time THE GIAOUR . 35 35.
... heaven ! " To love the softest hearts are prone , But such can ne'er be all his own ; Too timid in his woes to share , Too meek to meet , or brave despair ; And sterner hearts alone may feel The wound that time THE GIAOUR . 35 35.
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... feel The wound that time can never heal . The rugged metal of the mine Must burn before its surface shine , But plunged within the furnace - flame , It bends and melts - though still the same ; Then temper'd to thy want , or will ...
... feel The wound that time can never heal . The rugged metal of the mine Must burn before its surface shine , But plunged within the furnace - flame , It bends and melts - though still the same ; Then temper'd to thy want , or will ...
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... feel ' tis rest . " Soon shall my fate that wish fulfil ; " And I shall sleep without the dream " Of what I was , and would be still , " Dark as to thee my deeds may seem : " My memory now is but the tomb " Of joys long dead ; my hope ...
... feel ' tis rest . " Soon shall my fate that wish fulfil ; " And I shall sleep without the dream " Of what I was , and would be still , " Dark as to thee my deeds may seem : " My memory now is but the tomb " Of joys long dead ; my hope ...
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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.