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... wave That rolls below the Athenian's grave , That tomb1 which , gleaming o'er the cliff , First greets the homeward - veering skiff , High o'er the land he saved in vain : When shall such hero live again ? * * * * Fair clime ! where ...
... wave That rolls below the Athenian's grave , That tomb1 which , gleaming o'er the cliff , First greets the homeward - veering skiff , High o'er the land he saved in vain : When shall such hero live again ? * * * * Fair clime ! where ...
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... wave ; And if at times a transient breeze Break the blue crystal of the seas , Or sweep one blossom from the trees , How welcome is each gentle air That wakes and wafts the odours there ! For there the Rose o'er crag or vale , Sultana ...
... wave ; And if at times a transient breeze Break the blue crystal of the seas , Or sweep one blossom from the trees , How welcome is each gentle air That wakes and wafts the odours there ! For there the Rose o'er crag or vale , Sultana ...
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... waves are sunk to rest , There's none within his rider's breast ; And though to - morrow's tempest lower , " Tis calmer than thy heart , young Giaour ! 7 I know thee not , I loathe thy race , But in thy lineaments I trace What time ...
... waves are sunk to rest , There's none within his rider's breast ; And though to - morrow's tempest lower , " Tis calmer than thy heart , young Giaour ! 7 I know thee not , I loathe thy race , But in thy lineaments I trace What time ...
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... the dead ! The steed is vanished from the stall ; No serf is seen in Hassan's hall ; The lonely Spider's thin grey pall Waves slowly widening o'er the wall ; 290 The Bat builds in his Haram bower ; And in C 2 THE GIAOUR . 19.
... the dead ! The steed is vanished from the stall ; No serf is seen in Hassan's hall ; The lonely Spider's thin grey pall Waves slowly widening o'er the wall ; 290 The Bat builds in his Haram bower ; And in C 2 THE GIAOUR . 19.
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... o'er the ground . 300 " Twas sweet , when cloudless stars were bright , To view the wave of watery light , And hear its melody by night . 3.06 And oft had Hassan's Childhood played Around the verge of 20 THE GIAOUR .
... o'er the ground . 300 " Twas sweet , when cloudless stars were bright , To view the wave of watery light , And hear its melody by night . 3.06 And oft had Hassan's Childhood played Around the verge of 20 THE GIAOUR .
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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!