The Works of Lord Byron: Comprising the Suppressed Poems, Bind 4–5A. and W. Galignani, 1826 |
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Side 14
... wound along ; but ere he pass'd One glance he snatch'd , as if his last , A moment check'd his wheeling steed , A moment breathed him from his speed , A moment on his stirrup stood- Why looks he o'er the olive wood ? The crescent ...
... wound along ; but ere he pass'd One glance he snatch'd , as if his last , A moment check'd his wheeling steed , A moment breathed him from his speed , A moment on his stirrup stood- Why looks he o'er the olive wood ? The crescent ...
Side 26
... wound , The dying ask revenge in vain . With steel unsheath'd , and carbine bent , Some o'er their courser's harness leant , Half shelter'd by the steed ; Some fly behind the nearest rock , And there await the coming shock , Nor tamely ...
... wound , The dying ask revenge in vain . With steel unsheath'd , and carbine bent , Some o'er their courser's harness leant , Half shelter'd by the steed ; Some fly behind the nearest rock , And there await the coming shock , Nor tamely ...
Side 29
... , 30 His breast with wounds unnumber'd riven , His back to earth , his face to heaven , Fall'n Hassan lies - his unclosed eye Yet lowering on his enemy , As if the hour that seal'd his fate Surviving left THE GIAOUR . 39.
... , 30 His breast with wounds unnumber'd riven , His back to earth , his face to heaven , Fall'n Hassan lies - his unclosed eye Yet lowering on his enemy , As if the hour that seal'd his fate Surviving left THE GIAOUR . 39.
Side 38
... wound that time can never heal . The rugged metal of the mine Must burn before its surface shine , But plunged within the furnace - flame , It bends and melts -- though still the same ; Then temper'd to thy want , or will , ' T will ...
... wound that time can never heal . The rugged metal of the mine Must burn before its surface shine , But plunged within the furnace - flame , It bends and melts -- though still the same ; Then temper'd to thy want , or will , ' T will ...
Side 42
... some hardy hands , And wounds by Galileans given , The surest pass to Turkish heaven , For him his Houris still might wait- Impatient at the prophet's gate . I loved her - love will find its way Through 42 THE GIAOUR .
... some hardy hands , And wounds by Galileans given , The surest pass to Turkish heaven , For him his Houris still might wait- Impatient at the prophet's gate . I loved her - love will find its way Through 42 THE GIAOUR .
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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.