The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The corsair. LaraJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... chief's allotment this ; Theirs , to believe no prey nor plan amiss . But who that CHIEF ? his name on every shore 50 60 Is famed and feared - they ask and know no more . With these he mingles not but to command ; Few 12 Canto I. THE ...
... chief's allotment this ; Theirs , to believe no prey nor plan amiss . But who that CHIEF ? his name on every shore 50 60 Is famed and feared - they ask and know no more . With these he mingles not but to command ; Few 12 Canto I. THE ...
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... chief ? for him we bear report- " And doubt that joy - which hails our coming- short ; " Yet thus sincere - ' tis cheering , though so brief ; " But , Juan ! instant guide us to our chief : 120 " Our greeting paid , we'll feast on our ...
... chief ? for him we bear report- " And doubt that joy - which hails our coming- short ; " Yet thus sincere - ' tis cheering , though so brief ; " But , Juan ! instant guide us to our chief : 120 " Our greeting paid , we'll feast on our ...
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... spake not - but a sign expressed assent . These Juan calls - they come to their salute He bends him slightly , but his lips are mute . VOL . III . C 140 " These letters , Chief , are from the Greek Canto I. 17 THE CORSAIR .
... spake not - but a sign expressed assent . These Juan calls - they come to their salute He bends him slightly , but his lips are mute . VOL . III . C 140 " These letters , Chief , are from the Greek Canto I. 17 THE CORSAIR .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. " These letters , Chief , are from the Greek - the spy , " Who still proclaims our spoil or peril nigh : " Whate'er his tidings , we can well report , " Much that " - " Peace , peace ! " - He cuts their ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. " These letters , Chief , are from the Greek - the spy , " Who still proclaims our spoil or peril nigh : " Whate'er his tidings , we can well report , " Much that " - " Peace , peace ! " - He cuts their ...
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... should betray 221 Some secret thought , than drag that chief's to day . There was a laughing Devil in his sneer , That raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell , Hope 22 22 Canto I. THE CORSAIR .
... should betray 221 Some secret thought , than drag that chief's to day . There was a laughing Devil in his sneer , That raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell , Hope 22 22 Canto I. THE CORSAIR .
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accents apostolic palace arms aught band bark beheld beneath betray blood bosom breast breath brow calm CANTO Carthage Cephisus chain cheek chief Conrad Corsair crime dare dark death deeds deemed deep Dervise despair dread dream Duke of Gandia earth Ezzelin fair falchion fate fear feel forget galleys gaze Giaour glance grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven heroic couplet hope hour Kaled knew Lara Lara's less light limbs lone look lord LORD BYRON loud Medora mingle mirth ne'er night numbers o'er once Orleans Otho Otho's Pacha passed Perchance pride reply rest sail scarce seemed Serf Seyd shore shun silent slave slumber smile snatch soothe sought soul spare spirit stern strife sunk tale tear thee Theseus thine thou thought turned twas voice waves Whate'er wild wonted words youth
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Página 9 - 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. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
Página 83 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 145 - A high demeanour, and a glance that took Their thoughts from others by a single look; And that sarcastic levity of tongue, The stinging of a heart the world hath stung...
Página 181 - Melt into morn, and Light awakes the world. Man has another day to swell the past, And lead him near to little, but his last ; But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth, The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth ; Flowers in the valley, splendour in the beam, Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream. Immortal man ! behold her glories shine, And cry, exulting inly,
Página 160 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped; But 'scaped in vain, for in...
Página 10 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
Página 22 - There breathe but few whose aspect might defy The full encounter of his searching eye; He had the skill, when Cunning's gaze would seek To probe his heart and watch his changing cheek At once the observer's purpose to espy, And on himself roll back his scrutiny, Lest he to Conrad rather should betray Some secret thought, than drag that chief's to day.
Página 14 - She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Página 30 - There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp Burns the slow flame, eternal — but unseen; Which not the darkness of despair can damp, Though vain its ray as it had never been.
Página 11 - Let him who crawls enamoured of decay Cling to his couch, and sicken years away ; Heave his thick breath, and shake his palsied head ; Ours — the fresh turf, and not the feverish bed.