The works of ... lord Byron, Volume 2 |
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... breath of air to break the wave That rolls below the Athenian's grave , That tomb ' which , gleaming 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 ...
... breath of air to break the wave That rolls below the Athenian's grave , That tomb ' which , gleaming 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 ...
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... breath ; 95 But beauty with that fearful bloom , That hue which haunts it to the tomb- Expression's last receding ray , A gilded halo hovering round decay , The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! 100 Spark of that flame - perchance of ...
... breath ; 95 But beauty with that fearful bloom , That hue which haunts it to the tomb- Expression's last receding ray , A gilded halo hovering round decay , The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! 100 Spark of that flame - perchance of ...
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... breath The very cypress droops to death- 285 Dark tree - still sad , when others ' grief is fled , The only constant mourner o'er the dead ! The steed is vanished from the stall , No serf is seen in Hassan's hall ; The lonely Spider's ...
... breath The very cypress droops to death- 285 Dark tree - still sad , when others ' grief is fled , The only constant mourner o'er the dead ! The steed is vanished from the stall , No serf is seen in Hassan's hall ; The lonely Spider's ...
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... breathing clay , By Alla ! I would answer nay ; Though on Al - Sirat's 21 arch I stood , Which totters o'er the fiery flood , With Paradise within my view , And all his Houris beckoning through . Oh ! who young Leila's glance could read ...
... breathing clay , By Alla ! I would answer nay ; Though on Al - Sirat's 21 arch I stood , Which totters o'er the fiery flood , With Paradise within my view , And all his Houris beckoning through . Oh ! who young Leila's glance could read ...
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... " And she was lost - and yet I breathed , " But not the breath of human life : " A serpent round my heart was wreathed , " And stung my every thought to strife . " Alike all time , abhorred all place , 86 THE GIAOUR . 77.
... " And she was lost - and yet I breathed , " But not the breath of human life : " A serpent round my heart was wreathed , " And stung my every thought to strife . " Alike all time , abhorred all place , 86 THE GIAOUR . 77.
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Abdallah's Amaun arms Arnaut ataghan Azrael bear beauty beneath blest blood bloom bower brave bread and salt breast breath bride BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow calpac Carasman cheek clime courser's dare dark dear death deed Dervish desart doom dread earth fate father fear feel fire flower foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave Greek grief hand Haram Hassan hate hath hear heard heart heaven Helle's Hellespont hope horsetails hour Houris jerreed Koran land Leila line 12 line 9 lonely maid Morea Moslem Mussulman ne'er never night Note o'er Pacha pale Paradise Persian rest rose round sabre scarce Selim shine shore sire slave smile soothe soul sound steed steel strife tale tear tell thee thine thought Timariot tomb tophaike trembling turban Turkish Twas twere voice waft wandering wave winds word wound young Zuleika
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Página 108 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of Ocean is deepest in dye; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine? 'Tis the clime of the East; 'tis the land of the Sun— Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers...
Página 28 - No : gayer insects fluttering by Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die, And lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing but their own, And every woe a tear can claim Except an erring sister's shame.
Página 8 - Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was freedom's home or glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty! can it be, That this is all remains of thee ? Approach, thou craven crouching slave: Say, is not this Thermopylae?
Página 107 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Página 6 - 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 Appals the gazing mourner's heart...
Página 141 - THE winds are high on Helle's wave, As on that night of stormy water When Love, who sent, forgot to save The young, the beautiful, the brave, The lonely hope of Sestos
Página 7 - Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, . That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling, past away!
Página 63 - Who would be doom'd to gaze upon A sky without a cloud or sun ? Less hideous far the tempest's roar Than ne'er to brave the billows more — Thrown, when the war of winds is o'er, A lonely wreck on fortune's shore, 'Mid sullen calm, and silent bay, Unseen to drop by dull decay ; — Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock...
Página 71 - The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name ; But mine was like the lava flood That boils in ^Etna's breast of flame...
Página 5 - 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...