The Works of Lord Byron, Bind 3J. Murray, 1823 |
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Side 11
... concert to the strand , Till grates her keel upon the shallow sand . Hail to the welcome shout ! -- the friendly speech ! When hand grasps hand uniting on the beach ; The smile , the question , and the quick reply CANTO I. 11 THE CORSAIR .
... concert to the strand , Till grates her keel upon the shallow sand . Hail to the welcome shout ! -- the friendly speech ! When hand grasps hand uniting on the beach ; The smile , the question , and the quick reply CANTO I. 11 THE CORSAIR .
Side 21
... till his hastening men Pass'd the first winding downward to the glen . " Strange tidings ! -many a peril have I past , " Nor know I why this next appears the last ! " Yet so my heart forebodes , but must not fear , " Nor shall my ...
... till his hastening men Pass'd the first winding downward to the glen . " Strange tidings ! -many a peril have I past , " Nor know I why this next appears the last ! " Yet so my heart forebodes , but must not fear , " Nor shall my ...
Side 22
... till He reach'd the summit of his tower - crown'd hill : There at the portal paused - for wild and soft He heard those accents never heard too oft ; Through the high lattice far yet sweet they rung , And these the notes his bird of ...
... till He reach'd the summit of his tower - crown'd hill : There at the portal paused - for wild and soft He heard those accents never heard too oft ; Through the high lattice far yet sweet they rung , And these the notes his bird of ...
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... Till his heart heaved beneath her hidden face . He dared not raise to his that deep - blue eye , Which downcast droop'd in tearless agony . Her long fair hair lay floating o'er his arms , In all the wildness of dishevell'd charms ...
... Till his heart heaved beneath her hidden face . He dared not raise to his that deep - blue eye , Which downcast droop'd in tearless agony . Her long fair hair lay floating o'er his arms , In all the wildness of dishevell'd charms ...
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... Till - Oh , how far ! -it caught a glimpse of him , And then it flow'd — and phrensied seem'd to swim Through those long , dark , and glistening lashes dew'd With drops of sadness oft to be renew'd . " He's gone ! " - against her heart ...
... Till - Oh , how far ! -it caught a glimpse of him , And then it flow'd — and phrensied seem'd to swim Through those long , dark , and glistening lashes dew'd With drops of sadness oft to be renew'd . " He's gone ! " - against her heart ...
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accents apostolic palace appear'd band beheld beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow Cavalier Servente Cephisus chain cheek chief Conrad Corsair dare dark dead death deeds deep dread dream earth Ezzelin fair falchion fate fear feel fell fetter'd fix'd gazed Geneve Giaour Giorgione glance Greece grew grief Gulnare hand hate hath head heard heart heaven hope hour Kaled knew land Lara Lara's Laura light limbs lips lone look look'd mingled ne'er never night Note numbers o'er once Otho Pacha Parisina pass'd pride PRISONER OF CHILLON renegado rest roll'd scarce seem'd Seyd shore show'd SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent slave smile sought soul sound stern stood strife sunk tale tears thee thine thou thought Turcoman turn'd twas Venice voice wall waves Whate'er wild wonted words youth
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Side 284 - As then to me he seem'd to fly ; And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled — and would fain I had not left my recent chain ; And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load ; It was as is a new-dug grave, Closing o'er one we sought to save, — And yet my glance, too much opprest, Had almost need of such a rest.
Side 277 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray ; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright ; And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot. A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Side 342 - And the third Angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters.
Side 280 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came...
Side 269 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Side 267 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Side 61 - Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
Side 231 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Side 7 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
Side 342 - And the second angel sounded, and as it were a great mountain burning with fire was cast into the sea ; and the third part of the sea became blood : 9 And the third part of the creatures which were in the sea, and had life, died ; and the third part of the ships were destroyed.