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Side 14
... wild - dog howls o'er the fountain's brim , With baffled thirst , and famine , grim ; For the stream has shrunk from its marble bed , Where the weeds and the desolate dust are spread . ' Twas sweet of yore to see it play And.
... wild - dog howls o'er the fountain's brim , With baffled thirst , and famine , grim ; For the stream has shrunk from its marble bed , Where the weeds and the desolate dust are spread . ' Twas sweet of yore to see it play And.
Side 18
... wild ; A chase of idle hopes and fears , Begun in folly , closed in tears . If won , to equal ills betray'd , Woe waits the insect and the maid ; A life of pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play and man's caprice : The lovely toy ...
... wild ; A chase of idle hopes and fears , Begun in folly , closed in tears . If won , to equal ills betray'd , Woe waits the insect and the maid ; A life of pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play and man's caprice : The lovely toy ...
Side 51
... wild waves roll'd above The face I view , the form I love : They told me - t was a hideous tale ! I'd tell it , but my tongue would fail : If true , and from thine ocean - cave Thou com'st to claim a calmer grave , Oh ! pass thy dewy ...
... wild waves roll'd above The face I view , the form I love : They told me - t was a hideous tale ! I'd tell it , but my tongue would fail : If true , and from thine ocean - cave Thou com'st to claim a calmer grave , Oh ! pass thy dewy ...
Side 68
... wild as the accents of lovers ' farewell Are the hearts which they bear , and the tales which they tell . II . Begirt with many a gallant slave , Apparell'd as becomes the brave , Awaiting each his lord's behest , To guide his steps ...
... wild as the accents of lovers ' farewell Are the hearts which they bear , and the tales which they tell . II . Begirt with many a gallant slave , Apparell'd as becomes the brave , Awaiting each his lord's behest , To guide his steps ...
Side 76
... sharply dealt ; Nor mark'd the javelin - darting crowd , Nor heard their Ollahs ( 14 ) wild and loud - He thought but of old Giaffir's daughter ! X. No word from Selim's bosom broke ; One sigh 76 [ CANTO 1 . THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS .
... sharply dealt ; Nor mark'd the javelin - darting crowd , Nor heard their Ollahs ( 14 ) wild and loud - He thought but of old Giaffir's daughter ! X. No word from Selim's bosom broke ; One sigh 76 [ CANTO 1 . THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS .
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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...