The Works of Lord Byron: Comprising the Suppressed Poems, Bind 4–5A. and W. Galignani, 1826 |
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Side 7
... 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 every season smiles Benignant o'er those blessed isles , Which , seen from far ...
... 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 every season smiles Benignant o'er those blessed isles , Which , seen from far ...
Side 9
... o'er the fair domain . It is as though the fiends prevail'd Against the seraphs they assail'd , And , fix'd on heavenly thrones , should dwell The freed inheritors of hell ; So soft the scene , so form'd for joy , So curst the tyrants ...
... o'er the fair domain . It is as though the fiends prevail'd Against the seraphs they assail'd , And , fix'd on heavenly thrones , should dwell The freed inheritors of hell ; So soft the scene , so form'd for joy , So curst the tyrants ...
Side 14
... o'er the deep ; He winds around ; he hurries by ; The rock relieves him from mine eye ; For well I ween unwelcome he Whose glance is fix'd on those that flee ; And not a star but shines too bright On him who takes such timeless flight ...
... o'er the deep ; He winds around ; he hurries by ; The rock relieves him from mine eye ; For well I ween unwelcome he Whose glance is fix'd on those that flee ; And not a star but shines too bright On him who takes such timeless flight ...
Side 15
... 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 . O'er him who loves , or hates , or fears , Such moment pours the grief of years : What felt he then , at once opprest By ...
... 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 . O'er him who loves , or hates , or fears , Such moment pours the grief of years : What felt he then , at once opprest By ...
Side 16
... 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 bower ; And in the fortress of his power The ...
... 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 bower ; And in the fortress of his power The ...
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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.