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... Giaffir sate in his Divan : Deep thought was in his aged eye ; And though the face of Mussulman Not oft betrays to standers by The mind within , well skilled to hide All but unconquerable pride , 25 His pensive cheek and pondering brow ...
... Giaffir sate in his Divan : Deep thought was in his aged eye ; And though the face of Mussulman Not oft betrays to standers by The mind within , well skilled to hide All but unconquerable pride , 25 His pensive cheek and pondering brow ...
Sida 114
... Giaffir's ear , But every frown and every word Pierced keener than a Christian's sword . " Son of a slave ! -reproached with fear ! " Those gibes had cost another dear . 100 105 110 " Son of a slave ! -and who my sire 114 Canto I. THE ...
... Giaffir's ear , But every frown and every word Pierced keener than a Christian's sword . " Son of a slave ! -reproached with fear ! " Those gibes had cost another dear . 100 105 110 " Son of a slave ! -and who my sire 114 Canto I. THE ...
Sida 115
... Giaffir gazed upon his son And started ; for within his eye He read how much his wrath had done ; He saw rebellion there begun : " Come hither , boy - what , no reply ? " I mark thee - and I know thee too ; " But there be deeds thou dar ...
... Giaffir gazed upon his son And started ; for within his eye He read how much his wrath had done ; He saw rebellion there begun : " Come hither , boy - what , no reply ? " I mark thee - and I know thee too ; " But there be deeds thou dar ...
Sida 116
... Giaffir's quailed and shrunk askance— And why - he felt , but durst not tell . " Much I misdoubt this wayward boy " Will one day work me more annoy : " I never loved him from his birth , " And - but his arm is little worth , 131 135 ...
... Giaffir's quailed and shrunk askance— And why - he felt , but durst not tell . " Much I misdoubt this wayward boy " Will one day work me more annoy : " I never loved him from his birth , " And - but his arm is little worth , 131 135 ...
Sida 119
... budding breast ; At one kind word those arms extending To clasp the neck of him who blest His child caressing and carest , 185 Zuleika came - and Giaffir felt His purpose half within Canto I. 119 THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS .
... budding breast ; At one kind word those arms extending To clasp the neck of him who blest His child caressing and carest , 185 Zuleika came - and Giaffir felt His purpose half within Canto I. 119 THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS .
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The works of lord Byron, Volym 2 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1830 |
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Abdallah's Amaun arms Arnaout Arnaut ataghan Azrael beam bear beauty beneath blest blood bloom bower brave bread and salt breast breath bride BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow Calpac Carasman cheek clime Comboloio courser's dare dark death deed deem desart doom dread earth faithless fate father fear feel fire flash flower foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave Greek grief hand Haram Hassan hate hath hear heard heaven Helle's Hellespont hope hour Houris Koran land Leila line 12 line 9 live lonely maid Morea Moslem mourn Mussulman ne'er never night Note o'er Pacha pale Persian prayer rose round sabre scarce Selim shine shore sire slave smile soothe soul sound steed strife tale tear tell thee thine thought Timariot tomb tophaike trembling turban Turkish Twas twere waft wandering wave winds word wound young Zuleika
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Sida 105 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Sida 106 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Sida 8 - That this is all remains of thee ? Approach, thou craven crouching slave: Say, is not this Thermopylae? These waters blue that round you lave, Oh servile offspring of the free — Pronounce what sea, what shore is this ! The gulf, the rock of Salamis...
Sida 139 - THE winds are high on Helle's wave, As on that night of stormy water When Love, who sent, forgot to save The young, the beautiful, the brave, The lonely hope of Sestos
Sida 7 - Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth.
Sida 71 - She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight ; And rose, where'er I turned mine eye The Morning-star of Memory...
Sida 9 - 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 ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die...
Sida 26 - Tis left to fly or fall alone. With wounded wing, or bleeding breast, Ah ! where shall either victim rest ? Can this with faded pinion soar From rose to tulip as before? Or Beauty, blighted in an hour, Find joy within her broken bower...
Sida 6 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...
Sida 6 - 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 sealed, The first, last look by death revealed ! Such is the aspect of this shore ; Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!