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... thine olden time , No theme on which the Muse might soar High as thine own in days of yore , When man was worthy of thy clime . The hearts within thy valleys bred , The fiery souls that might have led Thy sons to deeds sublime , Now ...
... thine olden time , No theme on which the Muse might soar High as thine own in days of yore , When man was worthy of thy clime . The hearts within thy valleys bred , The fiery souls that might have led Thy sons to deeds sublime , Now ...
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... scathed by fiery passion's brunt ; Though bent on earth thine evil eye , As meteor - like thou glidest by , Right well I view and deem thee one Whom Othman's sons should slay or shun . On - on he hasten'd , and he drew My THE GIAOUR . 11 =
... scathed by fiery passion's brunt ; Though bent on earth thine evil eye , As meteor - like thou glidest by , Right well I view and deem thee one Whom Othman's sons should slay or shun . On - on he hasten'd , and he drew My THE GIAOUR . 11 =
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... thine or thee , That thou should'st either pause or flee ? He stood some dread was on his face , Soon Hatred settled in its place : It rose not with the reddening flush Of transient Anger's hasty blush , But pale as marble o'er the tomb ...
... thine or thee , That thou should'st either pause or flee ? He stood some dread was on his face , Soon Hatred settled in its place : It rose not with the reddening flush Of transient Anger's hasty blush , But pale as marble o'er the tomb ...
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... thine accorded there ? I watch'd my time , I leagued with these , The traitor in his turn to seize ; My wrath is wreak'd , the deed is done , And now I go - but go alone . " * * * * * * The browsing camels ' bells are tinkling : His ...
... thine accorded there ? I watch'd my time , I leagued with these , The traitor in his turn to seize ; My wrath is wreak'd , the deed is done , And now I go - but go alone . " * * * * * * The browsing camels ' bells are tinkling : His ...
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... thine agony ! Wet with thine own best blood shall drif Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip ; Then stalking to thy sullen grave , Go - and with Gouls and Afrits rave ; Till these in horror shrink away From spectre more accursed than the ...
... thine agony ! Wet with thine own best blood shall drif Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip ; Then stalking to thy sullen grave , Go - and with Gouls and Afrits rave ; Till these in horror shrink away From spectre more accursed than 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...