The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The corsair. LaraJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... seemed a song ! In scattered groups upon the golden sand , They game - carouse - converse - or whet the brand ; Select the arms - to each his blade assign , And careless eye the blood that dims its shine : Repair the boat , replace the ...
... seemed a song ! In scattered groups upon the golden sand , They game - carouse - converse - or whet the brand ; Select the arms - to each his blade assign , And careless eye the blood that dims its shine : Repair the boat , replace the ...
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... seemed ; And scorned the best as hypocrites who hid Those deeds the bolder spirit plainly did . 270 He knew himself detested , but he knew The hearts that loathed him , crouched and dreaded too . Lone , wild , and strange , he stood ...
... seemed ; And scorned the best as hypocrites who hid Those deeds the bolder spirit plainly did . 270 He knew himself detested , but he knew The hearts that loathed him , crouched and dreaded too . Lone , wild , and strange , he stood ...
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... seemed the low prophetic dirge , " That mourned thee floating on the savage surge : " Still would I rise to rouse the beacon fire , 379 " Lest spies less true should let the blaze expire ; " And many a restless hour outwatched each star ...
... seemed the low prophetic dirge , " That mourned thee floating on the savage surge : " Still would I rise to rouse the beacon fire , 379 " Lest spies less true should let the blaze expire ; " And many a restless hour outwatched each star ...
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... seemed the fairest : thrice the hill 430 My steps have wound to try the coolest rill ; " Yes ! thy Sherbet to - night will sweetly flow , " See how it sparkles in its vase of snow ! " The grapes ' gay juice thy bosom never cheers ...
... seemed the fairest : thrice the hill 430 My steps have wound to try the coolest rill ; " Yes ! thy Sherbet to - night will sweetly flow , " See how it sparkles in its vase of snow ! " The grapes ' gay juice thy bosom never cheers ...
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... seemed almost unfelt ! Hark - peals the thunder of the signal - gun ! It told ' twas sunset - and he cursed that sun . Again - again - that form he madly pressed , Which mutely clasped , imploringly caressed ! And tottering to the couch ...
... seemed almost unfelt ! Hark - peals the thunder of the signal - gun ! It told ' twas sunset - and he cursed that sun . Again - again - that form he madly pressed , Which mutely clasped , imploringly caressed ! And tottering to the couch ...
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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.