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... blood that warmed his heart is shed ! And here no more shall human voice Be heard to rage , regret , rejoice . The last sad note that swelled the gale Was woman's wildest funeral wail : 315 320 That quenched in silence , all is still ...
... blood that warmed his heart is shed ! And here no more shall human voice Be heard to rage , regret , rejoice . The last sad note that swelled the gale Was woman's wildest funeral wail : 315 320 That quenched in silence , all is still ...
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... blood , 525 When in the pass the rebels stood , And few returned to tell the tale Of what befell in Parne's vale . The pistols which his girdle bore Were those that once a pasha wore , 530 Which still , though gemmed and bossed with ...
... blood , 525 When in the pass the rebels stood , And few returned to tell the tale Of what befell in Parne's vale . The pistols which his girdle bore Were those that once a pasha wore , 530 Which still , though gemmed and bossed with ...
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... * * * * With sabre shivered to the hilt , Yet dripping with the blood he spilt ; Yet strained within the severed hand Which quivers round that faithless brand ; 655 His turban far behind him rolled , And cleft in THE GIAOUR . 43.
... * * * * With sabre shivered to the hilt , Yet dripping with the blood he spilt ; Yet strained within the severed hand Which quivers round that faithless brand ; 655 His turban far behind him rolled , And cleft in THE GIAOUR . 43.
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... blood is spilt : " Woe to the Giaour ! for his the guilt . ” * * * * * * A turban 32 carved in coarsest stone , A pillar with rank weeds o'ergrown , Whereon can now be scarcely read The Koran verse that mourns the dead , Point out the ...
... blood is spilt : " Woe to the Giaour ! for his the guilt . ” * * * * * * A turban 32 carved in coarsest stone , A pillar with rank weeds o'ergrown , Whereon can now be scarcely read The Koran verse that mourns the dead , Point out the ...
Sida 49
... blood . But him the maids of Paradise Impatient to their halls invite , 740 And the dark Heaven of Houri's eyes On him shall glance for ever bright ; They come their kerchiefs green they wave , " And welcome with a kiss the brave ! Who ...
... blood . But him the maids of Paradise Impatient to their halls invite , 740 And the dark Heaven of Houri's eyes On him shall glance for ever bright ; They come their kerchiefs green they wave , " And welcome with a kiss the brave ! Who ...
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The works of lord Byron, Volym 2 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1830 |
The works, of ... lord Byron, Volym 2 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Fragmentarisk förhandsgranskning - 1819 |
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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!