The Works of Lord Byron: Comprising the Suppressed Poems, Bind 4–5A. and W. Galignani, 1826 |
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Side 15
... seem'd to roll , And gather in that drop of time A life of pain , an age of crime . O'er him who loves , or hates , or fears , Such moment pours the grief of years : What felt he then , at once opprest By all THE GIAOUR . 15.
... seem'd to roll , And gather in that drop of time A life of pain , an age of crime . O'er him who loves , or hates , or fears , Such moment pours the grief of years : What felt he then , at once opprest By all THE GIAOUR . 15.
Side 16
... grief is fled , The only constant mourner o'er the dead ! The steed is vanish'd 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 ; The bat builds in his haram ...
... grief is fled , The only constant mourner o'er the dead ! The steed is vanish'd 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 ; The bat builds in his haram ...
Side 18
... grief Might wake an echo like relief ; At least ' t would say , « all are not gone ; << There lingers life , though but in one— » For many a gilded chamber ' s there , Which solitude might well forbear ; Within that dome as yet decay ...
... grief Might wake an echo like relief ; At least ' t would say , « all are not gone ; << There lingers life , though but in one— » For many a gilded chamber ' s there , Which solitude might well forbear ; Within that dome as yet decay ...
Side 36
... through which it waded : The common crowd but see the gloom Of wayward deeds , and fitting doom ; The close observer can espy A noble soul , and lineage high : Alas ! though both bestow'd in vain , Which grief 36 36 THE GIAOUR .
... through which it waded : The common crowd but see the gloom Of wayward deeds , and fitting doom ; The close observer can espy A noble soul , and lineage high : Alas ! though both bestow'd in vain , Which grief 36 36 THE GIAOUR .
Side 37
... grief could change , and guilt could stain , It was no vulgar tenement To which such lofty gifts were lent , And still with little less than dread On such the sight is riveted . The roofless cot , decay'd and rent , Will scarce delay ...
... grief could change , and guilt could stain , It was no vulgar tenement To which such lofty gifts were lent , And still with little less than dread On such the sight is riveted . The roofless cot , decay'd and rent , Will scarce delay ...
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accents Amaun apostolic palace arms band beheld beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath bride BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow CANTO Cavalier Servente Cephisus cheek Conrad CORSAIR crime dare dark dead death deeds deep doom dread earth Ezzelin fair faithless fate fear feel fell fix'd foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave Greece grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven hope hour Houris knew land Lara Lara's light lips living lonely look look'd Morea Mussulman ne'er never night Note numbers o'er once Pacha pale Pallas Parisina pass'd pride rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim she-the shine shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent slave smile soothe soul sound steed stern stood strife tale tears tell thee thine thou thought Timariot turn'd voice wall wave Whate'er wild words wound youth Zuleika
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Side 157 - 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 172 - 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 169 - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, — Lone — as the corse within its shroud, Lone — as a solitary cloud, A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Side 9 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, 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...
Side 166 - I found him not. 7 only stirred in this black spot; / only lived — / only drew The accursed breath of dungeon-dew; The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Side 166 - 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 9 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Side 172 - These heavy walls to me had grown A hermitage — and all my own! And half I felt as they were come To tear me from a second home...
Side 170 - Who loved me in a human shape; And the whole earth would henceforth be A wider prison unto me : No child — no sire — no kin had I, No partner in my misery; I...
Side 163 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake unshock'd, Because I could have smiled to see The death that would have set me free.