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... late . " XIV . Thus with himself communion held he , till He reach'd the summit of his tower - crown'd hill : There at the portal paused - for wild and soft He heard those accents never heard too oft ; Through the high lattice far yet ...
... late . " XIV . Thus with himself communion held he , till He reach'd the summit of his tower - crown'd hill : There at the portal paused - for wild and soft He heard those accents never heard too oft ; Through the high lattice far yet ...
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... late ? Meantime , the steady breeze serenely blew , And fast and falcon - like the vessel flew ; Pass'd the high headlands of each clustering isle , To gain their port - long - long ere morning smile : And soon the night - glass through ...
... late ? Meantime , the steady breeze serenely blew , And fast and falcon - like the vessel flew ; Pass'd the high headlands of each clustering isle , To gain their port - long - long ere morning smile : And soon the night - glass through ...
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... late wandering in despair , uch did she marvel o'er the courtesy at smooth'd his accents ; soften'd in his eye : was strange - that robber thus with gore bedew'd gem'd gentler then than Seyd in fondest mood . he Pacha woo'd as if he ...
... late wandering in despair , uch did she marvel o'er the courtesy at smooth'd his accents ; soften'd in his eye : was strange - that robber thus with gore bedew'd gem'd gentler then than Seyd in fondest mood . he Pacha woo'd as if he ...
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... late wandering in despair , Much did she marvel o'er the courtesy That smooth'd his accents ; soften'd in his eye : " Twas strange - that robber thus with gore bedew'd Seem'd gentler then than Seyd in fondest mood . The Pacha woo'd as ...
... late wandering in despair , Much did she marvel o'er the courtesy That smooth'd his accents ; soften'd in his eye : " Twas strange - that robber thus with gore bedew'd Seem'd gentler then than Seyd in fondest mood . The Pacha woo'd as ...
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... late to think - but soft - his slumber breaks- How heavily he sighs ! -he starts - awakes ! " He raised his head - and dazzled with the light , His eye seem'd dubious if it saw aright : He moved his hand - the grating of his chain Too ...
... late to think - but soft - his slumber breaks- How heavily he sighs ! -he starts - awakes ! " He raised his head - and dazzled with the light , His eye seem'd dubious if it saw aright : He moved his hand - the grating of his chain Too ...
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The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, with Illustr. by K. Halswelle George Gordon N. Byron Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2018 |
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Sida 219 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Sida 565 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Sida 452 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Sida 309 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Sida 641 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The...
Sida 172 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a.
Sida 643 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks— They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves.
Sida 221 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Sida 74 - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land...
Sida 299 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.