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... Hath swept the marble where her feet Gleam'd whiter than the mountain sleet Ere from the cloud that gave it birth It fell , and caught one stain of earth . The cygnet nobly walks the water ; So moved on THE GIAOUR . 21.
... Hath swept the marble where her feet Gleam'd whiter than the mountain sleet Ere from the cloud that gave it birth It fell , and caught one stain of earth . The cygnet nobly walks the water ; So moved on THE GIAOUR . 21.
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... gave the wound , The dying ask revenge in vain . With steel unsheath'd , and carbine bent , Some o'er their courser's harness leant , Half shelter'd by the steed ; Some fly behind the nearest rock , And there await the coming shock ...
... gave the wound , The dying ask revenge in vain . With steel unsheath'd , and carbine bent , Some o'er their courser's harness leant , Half shelter'd by the steed ; Some fly behind the nearest rock , And there await the coming shock ...
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... gave : “ I have not quail'd to danger's brow " When high and happy - need I now ? * * * * " I loved her , friar ! nay , adored- * " But these are words that all can use- " I proved it more in deed than word ; “ There's blood upon that ...
... gave : “ I have not quail'd to danger's brow " When high and happy - need I now ? * * * * " I loved her , friar ! nay , adored- * " But these are words that all can use- " I proved it more in deed than word ; “ There's blood upon that ...
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... gave the blow ; " But true to me , I laid him low : " Howe'er deserved her doom might be , " Her treachery was truth to me ; " To me she gave her heart , that all " Which tyranny can ne'er enthrall ; " And I , alas ! too late to save ...
... gave the blow ; " But true to me , I laid him low : " Howe'er deserved her doom might be , " Her treachery was truth to me ; " To me she gave her heart , that all " Which tyranny can ne'er enthrall ; " And I , alas ! too late to save ...
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... gave o'er : " My own Medora ! sure thy song is sad— ” " In Conrad's absence wouldst thou have it glad ? " Without thine ear to listen to my lay , " Still must my song my thoughts , my soul betray : " Still must each accent to my bosom ...
... gave o'er : " My own Medora ! sure thy song is sad— ” " In Conrad's absence wouldst thou have it glad ? " Without thine ear to listen to my lay , " Still must my song my thoughts , my soul betray : " Still must each accent to my bosom ...
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The works of ... lord Byron, Volym 2 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1816 |
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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.