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... speak to her , But trembled on her words : she was his sight , For his eye followed hers , and saw with hers , Which colour'd all his objects : -he had ceased To live within himself ; she was his life . " In another part of the same ...
... speak to her , But trembled on her words : she was his sight , For his eye followed hers , and saw with hers , Which colour'd all his objects : -he had ceased To live within himself ; she was his life . " In another part of the same ...
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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 Moslem ...
... 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 Moslem ...
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... speak not - breathe not - for I know it well- Yet would I ask - almost my lip denies The quick your answer - tell me where he lies . " " Lady ! we know not - scarce with life we fled ; But here is one denies that he is dead : He saw him ...
... speak not - breathe not - for I know it well- Yet would I ask - almost my lip denies The quick your answer - tell me where he lies . " " Lady ! we know not - scarce with life we fled ; But here is one denies that he is dead : He saw him ...
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... 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 be free , Receive this poniard - rise - and follow me ! ' " Ay - in my chains ! my steps will gently tread ...
... 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 be free , Receive this poniard - rise - and follow me ! ' " Ay - in my chains ! my steps will gently tread ...
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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.