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... bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes- To which Life nothing darker nor brighter can bring , For which joy hath no balm - and affliction no sting . " - MOORE . ΤΟ SAMUEL ROGERS , ESQ . AS A SLIGHT BUT THE GIAOUR.
... bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes- To which Life nothing darker nor brighter can bring , For which joy hath no balm - and affliction no sting . " - MOORE . ΤΟ SAMUEL ROGERS , ESQ . AS A SLIGHT BUT THE GIAOUR.
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... hath mix'd Within the paradise she fix'd , There man , enamour'd of distress , Should mar it into wilderness , And trample , brute - like , o'er each flower That tasks not one laborious hour ; Nor claims the culture of his hand To bloom ...
... hath mix'd Within the paradise she fix'd , There man , enamour'd of distress , Should mar it into wilderness , And trample , brute - like , o'er each flower That tasks not one laborious hour ; Nor claims the culture of his hand To bloom ...
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... Hath swept the column from their tomb , A mightier monument command , The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die ! " T were long to tell , and sad to trace , Each ...
... Hath swept the column from their tomb , A mightier monument command , The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die ! " T were long to tell , and sad to trace , Each ...
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... hath lanced his courser's sides ; Away , away , for life he rides : Swift as the hurl'd on high jerreed 17 Springs to the touch his startled steed ; The rock is doubled , and the shore Shakes with the clattering tramp no more ; The crag ...
... hath lanced his courser's sides ; Away , away , for life he rides : Swift as the hurl'd on high jerreed 17 Springs to the touch his startled steed ; The rock is doubled , and the shore Shakes with the clattering tramp no more ; The crag ...
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... Hath slowly work'd her cankering way— But gloom is gather'd o'er the gate , Nor there the Fakir's self will wait ; Nor there will wandering Dervise stay , For bounty cheers not his delay ; Nor there will weary stranger halt To bless the ...
... Hath slowly work'd her cankering way— But gloom is gather'd o'er the gate , Nor there the Fakir's self will wait ; Nor there will wandering Dervise stay , For bounty cheers not his delay ; Nor there will weary stranger halt To bless the ...
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Amaun arms band beauty beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath bride Bride of Abydos brow CANTO Château de Chillon cheek chief Christian Conrad Corsair courser dare dark dead death deeds deep despair doom dread dream earth fate fear feel fell fix'd foes gazed Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand hate hath head heard heart heaven Hetman hope hour Houris isle knew land Lara Lara's light limbs line 14 lips lonely look'd Lord Byron Mazeppa ne'er Neuha never night nought numbers o'er once Pacha Parisina pass'd poem PRISONER OF CHILLON rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim shore Siege of Corinth sigh silent slave smile soul sound spirit steed stern stood strife tale tears thee thine thou thought Torquil turn'd voice wave Whate'er wild wind words wound youth Zuleika
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Página 263 - 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.
Página 10 - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die...
Página 9 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Página 9 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...
Página 103 - 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!
Página 267 - 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...
Página 9 - Such is the aspect of this shore ; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.
Página 275 - 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...
Página 9 - 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...
Página 271 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...