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Sida 89
... line 9 . ' Tis calmer than thy heart , young Giaour . Note 8 , page 15 , line 12 . In echoes of the far tophaike . Tophaike , " musquet . - The Bairam is announced by the cannon at sunset ; the illumination of the Mosques , and the ...
... line 9 . ' Tis calmer than thy heart , young Giaour . Note 8 , page 15 , line 12 . In echoes of the far tophaike . Tophaike , " musquet . - The Bairam is announced by the cannon at sunset ; the illumination of the Mosques , and the ...
Sida 90
... line 4 . To bless the sacred " bread and salt . " To partake of food , to break bread and salt with your host , insures the safety of the guest : even though an enemy , his person from that moment is sacred . Note 12 , page 23 , line 12 ...
... line 4 . To bless the sacred " bread and salt . " To partake of food , to break bread and salt with your host , insures the safety of the guest : even though an enemy , his person from that moment is sacred . Note 12 , page 23 , line 12 ...
Sida 97
... line 15 . It is as if the desart - bird . The pelican is , I believe , the bird so libelled , by the im- putation of feeding her chickens with her blood . Note 40 , page 70 , line 12 . Deep in whose darkly boding ear . This superstition ...
... line 15 . It is as if the desart - bird . The pelican is , I believe , the bird so libelled , by the im- putation of feeding her chickens with her blood . Note 40 , page 70 , line 12 . Deep in whose darkly boding ear . This superstition ...
Sida 99
... line 12 . Looks not to priesthood for relief . The monk's sermon is omitted . It seems to have had so little effect upon the patient , that it could have no hopes from the reader . It may be sufficient to say , that it was of a ...
... line 12 . Looks not to priesthood for relief . The monk's sermon is omitted . It seems to have had so little effect upon the patient , that it could have no hopes from the reader . It may be sufficient to say , that it was of a ...
Sida 194
... line 6 . With Maugrabee and Mamaluke . Maugrabee , Moorish mercenaries . Note 12 , page 123 , line 7 . His way amid his Delis took . Deli , bravos who form the forlorn hope of the cavalry , and always begin the action . Note 13 ...
... line 6 . With Maugrabee and Mamaluke . Maugrabee , Moorish mercenaries . Note 12 , page 123 , line 7 . His way amid his Delis took . Deli , bravos who form the forlorn hope of the cavalry , and always begin the action . Note 13 ...
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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!