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... speak a mind not all degraded Even by the crimes through which it waded : The common crowd but see the gloom Of wayward deeds , and fitting doom ; The close observer can espy A noble soul , and lineage high : Alas ! though both bestow'd ...
... speak a mind not all degraded Even by the crimes through which it waded : The common crowd but see the gloom Of wayward deeds , and fitting doom ; The close observer can espy A noble soul , and lineage high : Alas ! though both bestow'd ...
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... speak alone Of deeper passions ; and to judge their mien , He , who would see , must be himself unseen . Then - with the hurried tread , the upward eye , The clenched hand , the pause of agony , That listens , starting , lest the step ...
... speak alone Of deeper passions ; and to judge their mien , He , who would see , must be himself unseen . Then - with the hurried tread , the upward eye , The clenched hand , the pause of agony , That listens , starting , lest the step ...
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... speak . IV . " Whence com'st thou , Dervise ? " " A fugitive- " " From the outlaw's den , " Thy capture where and when ? " " From Scalanovo's port to Scio's isle , " The Saick was bound ; but Alla did not smile Upon our course - the ...
... speak . IV . " Whence com'st thou , Dervise ? " " A fugitive- " " From the outlaw's den , " Thy capture where and when ? " " From Scalanovo's port to Scio's isle , " The Saick was bound ; but Alla did not smile Upon our course - the ...
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... like the burning might Delirium gathers from the fever's height . " Silent you stand - nor would I hear you tell 66 What - speak not - breathe not - for I know it well- " Yet would I ask - almost my lip denies 112 CANTO III THE CORSAIR .
... like the burning might Delirium gathers from the fever's height . " Silent you stand - nor would I hear you tell 66 What - speak not - breathe not - for I know it well- " Yet would I ask - almost my lip denies 112 CANTO III THE CORSAIR .
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... roam ! " What hath such gentle dame to do with home ? " But speak not now - o'er thine and o'er my head " Hangs the keen sabre by a single thread ; “ If thou hast courage still , and would'st be CANTO III 119 THE CORSAIR .
... roam ! " What hath such gentle dame to do with home ? " But speak not now - o'er thine and o'er my head " Hangs the keen sabre by a single thread ; “ If thou hast courage still , and would'st be CANTO III 119 THE CORSAIR .
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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.