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... CONRAD GAZING ON THE WAVES 26. MEDORA AT HER LATTICE . 27. CONRAD DESCENDING FROM THE TOWER 28. THE ALMAS DANCING 135 140 149 · 155 · 161 29. CONRAD SAVING GULNARE • 169 30. GULNARE VISITING CONRAD IN PRISON 31. OLD ÆGINA'S ROCK AND ...
... CONRAD GAZING ON THE WAVES 26. MEDORA AT HER LATTICE . 27. CONRAD DESCENDING FROM THE TOWER 28. THE ALMAS DANCING 135 140 149 · 155 · 161 29. CONRAD SAVING GULNARE • 169 30. GULNARE VISITING CONRAD IN PRISON 31. OLD ÆGINA'S ROCK AND ...
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... Conrad ? " " Ay ! at set of sun : The breeze will freshen when the day is done . My corslet - cloak -- one hour - and we are gone Sling on thy bugle see that free from rust My carbine - lock springs worthy of my trust ; Be the edge ...
... Conrad ? " " Ay ! at set of sun : The breeze will freshen when the day is done . My corslet - cloak -- one hour - and we are gone Sling on thy bugle see that free from rust My carbine - lock springs worthy of my trust ; Be the edge ...
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... Conrad guides , And who dare question aught that he decides ? That man of loneliness and mystery , Scarce seen to smile , and seldom heard to sigh ; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew , And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower ...
... Conrad guides , And who dare question aught that he decides ? That man of loneliness and mystery , Scarce seen to smile , and seldom heard to sigh ; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew , And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower ...
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... Conrad's form seems little to admire , Though his dark eyebrow shades a glance of fire : Robust but not Herculean - to the sight No giant frame sets forth his common height ; Yet , in the whole , who paused to look again , Saw more than ...
... Conrad's form seems little to admire , Though his dark eyebrow shades a glance of fire : Robust but not Herculean - to the sight No giant frame sets forth his common height ; Yet , in the whole , who paused to look again , Saw more than ...
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... e'er shall see , Man as himself - the secret spirit free ? XI . Yet was not Conrad thus by Nature sent To lead the guilty - guilt's worst instrument- His soul was changed , before his deeds had driven 144 THE CORSAIR . [ CANTO 1 .
... e'er shall see , Man as himself - the secret spirit free ? XI . Yet was not Conrad thus by Nature sent To lead the guilty - guilt's worst instrument- His soul was changed , before his deeds had driven 144 THE CORSAIR . [ CANTO 1 .
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Side 276 - Less wretched now, and one day free ; He, too, who yet had held untired A spirit natural or inspired — He, too, was struck, and day by day Was withered on the stalk away. Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Side 283 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count — I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise And clear them of their dreary mote...
Side 277 - Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Side 13 - Twas but a moment that he stood, Then sped as if by death pursued : But in that instant o'er his soul Winters of Memory seem'd to roll, And gather in that drop of time A life of pain, an age of crime.
Side 67 - 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...
Side 275 - His corse in dust whereon the day Might shine — it was a foolish thought, But then within my brain it wrought, That even in death his freeborn breast In such a dungeon could not rest. I might have spared my idle prayer — They coldly laugh'd, and laid him there: The flat and turfless earth above The being we so much did love; His empty chain above it leant...
Side 31 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent ; Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race, There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; • Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse ; Thy victims ere they yet expire , Shall know the dsemon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are wither'd on the stem.
Side 281 - With links unfasten'd did remain, And it was liberty to Stride Along my cell from side to side, And up and down, and then athwart, And tread it over every part; And round the pillars one by one, Returning where my walk begun, Avoiding only, as I trod, My brothers...
Side 143 - There breathe but few whose aspect might defy The full encounter of his searching eye: He had the skill, when Cunning's gaze would seek To probe his heart and watch his changing cheek, At once the observer's purpose to espy, And on himself roll back his scrutiny, Lest he to Conrad rather should betray Some secret thought, than drag that chiefs to day.
Side 8 - 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...