The Siege of Corinth: A Poem ; Parisina : a PoemJohn Murray, 1816 - 89 pƔginas |
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... Cross , ' Gainst which he reared the Crescent high , And battled to avenge or die . V. Coumourgi2 - he whose closing scene Adorned the triumph of Eugene , When on Carlowitz ' bloody plain The last and mightiest of the slain A 90 95 He ...
... Cross , ' Gainst which he reared the Crescent high , And battled to avenge or die . V. Coumourgi2 - he whose closing scene Adorned the triumph of Eugene , When on Carlowitz ' bloody plain The last and mightiest of the slain A 90 95 He ...
PƔgina 18
... waters roll . 250 He stood alone among the host ; Not his the loud fanatic boast To plant the crescent o'er the cross , Or risk a life with little loss , Secure in paradise to be By Houris loved immortally : 18 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
... waters roll . 250 He stood alone among the host ; Not his the loud fanatic boast To plant the crescent o'er the cross , Or risk a life with little loss , Secure in paradise to be By Houris loved immortally : 18 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
PƔgina 29
... my fathers ! what is here ? " Who art thou , and wherefore sent " So near a hostile armament ? " His trembling hands refused to sign The cross he deemed no more divine : 490 He had resumed it in that hour , 495 But THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
... my fathers ! what is here ? " Who art thou , and wherefore sent " So near a hostile armament ? " His trembling hands refused to sign The cross he deemed no more divine : 490 He had resumed it in that hour , 495 But THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
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... cross , and for ever be mine ; " Wring the black drop from thy heart , " And to - morrow unites us no more to part . " 535 " And where should our bridal couch be spread ? " In the ' midst of the dying and the dead ? : " For to - morrow ...
... cross , and for ever be mine ; " Wring the black drop from thy heart , " And to - morrow unites us no more to part . " 535 " And where should our bridal couch be spread ? " In the ' midst of the dying and the dead ? : " For to - morrow ...
PƔgina 38
... cross may crave " His heart's dearest wish ; let him ask it , and have ! ā Thus uttered Coumourgi , the dauntless vizier ; The reply was the brandish of sabre and spear , And the shout of fierce thousands in joyous ire : - Silence ...
... cross may crave " His heart's dearest wish ; let him ask it , and have ! ā Thus uttered Coumourgi , the dauntless vizier ; The reply was the brandish of sabre and spear , And the shout of fierce thousands in joyous ire : - Silence ...
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The Siege of Corinth: A Poem ; Parisina : a Poem George Gordon Byron Baron Byron VisualizaĆ§Ć£o completa - 1816 |
The Siege of Corinth: A Poem ; Parisina : a Poem George Gordon Byron Baron Byron VisualizaĆ§Ć£o completa - 1816 |
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avenged Azo's band beneath blood blow bosom breast breath bride brow Christian cloud Coleridge dared dead death deed deemed deep doom dust earth Este's faithless father's fearful feel fell felt foremost gazed glance Greece hair hand hath haught head headman's heard heart heaven hour Hugo infidel isthmus jackal Kneeling line 14 lips look maid massy melt Minotti moon Morea Moslem Mussulman ne'er never night Note numbered o'er Pacha Parisina passed past phalanx plain poem pride renegade Rolled rose ruin sabre Salamis sate scalp shines shiver shone shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent sire slain sleep smiled soul sound spake spoil steed stern stone stood sword Tartar tear thee thine thou thought thousand throb thunder turban Turcoman vein Venice Vizier voice wall waves wild words wound
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PĆ”gina 28 - Out upon Time ! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before ! Out upon Time ! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve...ā
PĆ”gina 26 - As it slipp'd through their jaws, when their edge grew dull ; As they lazily mumbled the bones of the dead, When they scarce could rise from the spot where they fed, So well had they broken a lingering fast With those who had fallen for that night's repast.ā
PĆ”gina 27 - But when all is past, it is humbling to tread O'er the weltering field of the tombless dead, And see worms of the earth, and fowls of the air, Beasts of the forest, all gathering there ; All regarding man as their prey, All rejoicing in his decay.ā
PĆ”gina 63 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.ā
PĆ”gina 16 - Tis midnight : on the mountains brown The cold, round moon shines deeply down ; Blue roll the waters, blue the sky Spreads like an ocean hung on high, Bespangled with those isles of light, So wildly, spiritually bright ; Who ever gazed upon them shining And turned to earth without repining, Nor wished for wings to flee away, And mix with their eternal ray...ā
PĆ”gina 17 - And echo answered from th'e hill, And the wide hum of that wild host Rustled like leaves from coast to coast, As rose the Muezzin's voice in air, In midnight call to wonted prayer.ā
PĆ”gina 25 - And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival, Gorging and growling o'er carcass and limb...ā
PĆ”gina 23 - They fell devoted, but undying , The very gale their names seemed sighing : The waters murmured of their name ; The woods were peopled with their fame ; The silent pillar , lone and gray, Claimed kindred with their sacred clay ; Their spirits wrapt the dusky mountain , Their memory sparkled o'er the fountain; The meanest rill, the mightiest river , Rolled mingling with their fame for ever.ā
PĆ”gina 24 - Tis still a watch-word to the earth : When man would do a deed of worth He points to Greece , and turns to tread, So sanctioned , on the tyrant's head : He looks to her, and rushes on Where life is lost, or freedom won.ā
PĆ”gina 7 - Many a vanish'd year and age, And tempest's breath, and battle's rage, Have swept o'er Corinth ; yet she stands, A fortress form'd to Freedom's hands. ' The whirlwind's wrath, the earthquake's shock, Have left untouch'd her hoary rock, The keystone of a land, which still, Though fall'n, looks proudly on that hill, The landmark to the double tide That purpling rolls on either side, As if their waters chafed to meet. Yet...ā