The poetical works of lord Byron, Side 11,Bind 3 |
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... hour ; Nor claims the culture of his hand To bloom along the fairy land , But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him - but to spare ! Strange that where all is peace beside , There passion riots in her pride , And lust ...
... hour ; Nor claims the culture of his hand To bloom along the fairy land , But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him - but to spare ! Strange that where all is peace beside , There passion riots in her pride , And lust ...
Side 10
... hour , He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair , so calm , so softly seal'd , The first , last look by ... hours , and but for a few hours , after " the spirit is not there . " It is to be remarked in cases of violent death by ...
... hour , He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair , so calm , so softly seal'd , The first , last look by ... hours , and but for a few hours , after " the spirit is not there . " It is to be remarked in cases of violent death by ...
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... hour is past , the Giaour is gone ; And did he fly or fall alone ? 1 3 Jerreed , or Djerrid , a blunted Turkish javelin , which is darted from horseback with great force and precision . It is a favourite exercise of the Mussulmans ; but ...
... hour is past , the Giaour is gone ; And did he fly or fall alone ? 1 3 Jerreed , or Djerrid , a blunted Turkish javelin , which is darted from horseback with great force and precision . It is a favourite exercise of the Mussulmans ; but ...
Side 16
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Woe to that hour he came or went ! The curse for Hassan's sin was sent To turn a palace to a tomb ; He came , he went , like the simoom , " That harbinger of fate and gloom , Beneath whose widely ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Woe to that hour he came or went ! The curse for Hassan's sin was sent To turn a palace to a tomb ; He came , he went , like the simoom , " That harbinger of fate and gloom , Beneath whose widely ...
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... hour , Then leaves him , as it soars on high , With panting heart and tearful eye : So Beauty lures the full - grown child , With hue as bright , and wing as wild : A chase of idle hopes and fears , Begun in folly , closed in tears . 3 ...
... hour , Then leaves him , as it soars on high , With panting heart and tearful eye : So Beauty lures the full - grown child , With hue as bright , and wing as wild : A chase of idle hopes and fears , Begun in folly , closed in tears . 3 ...
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Amaun arms band beauty beneath Beppo blood bosom breast breath bride Bride of Abydos brow cheek Christian Conrad Corsair courser dare dark dead death deed deep despair doom dread dream earth fate fear feel fell fix'd foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven hope hour Houris isle knew Koran Lara Lara's light limbs lips living lonely look look'd Lord Byron Mazeppa Mussulman ne'er never night nought numbers o'er once Pacha pale Parisina pass'd perchance poem rage rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim shore Siege of Corinth sigh silent slave smile soothe soul sound spirit stamp'd steed stern strife tale tears tell thee thine thou thought Timariot Turkish turn'd Twas voice wave Whate'er wild wind words wound youth Zuleika
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Side 271 - PRISONER OF CHILLON." 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 10 - 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 101 - 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.
Side 267 - ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Side 136 - 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 136 - O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows. On old /Egina's rock, and Idra's isle, The god of gladness sheds his parting smile; O'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, Though there his altars are no more divine.
Side 5 - Knolles,'* he said at Missolonghi, a few weeks before his death, " was one of the first books that gave me pleasure when a child ; and I believe it had much influence on my future wishes to visit the Levant, and gave, perhaps, the oriental colouring which is observed in my poetry.
Side 84 - Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life ! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray...
Side 339 - No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance ! I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride ; But where are they the reins to guide ? A thousand horse, and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretch...
Side 331 - T was but a day he had been caught ; And snorting, with erected mane, And struggling fiercely, but in vain, In the full foam of wrath and dread To me the desert-born was led : They bound me on, that menial throng, Upon his back with many a thong ; Then loosed him with a sudden lash — Away ! — away ! — and on we dash ! Torrents less rapid and less rash.