The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The giaour. Bride of AbydosJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... breath of air to break the wave That rolls below the Athenian's grave , That tomb1 which , gleaming o'er the cliff , First greets the homeward - veering skiff , High o'er the land he saved in vain : When shall such hero live again ? 5 ...
... breath of air to break the wave That rolls below the Athenian's grave , That tomb1 which , gleaming o'er the cliff , First greets the homeward - veering skiff , High o'er the land he saved in vain : When shall such hero live again ? 5 ...
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... breath ; 95 But beauty with that fearful bloom , That hue which haunts it to the tomb , Expression's last receding ray , A gilded halo hovering round decay , The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! 99 Spark of that flame , perchance of ...
... breath ; 95 But beauty with that fearful bloom , That hue which haunts it to the tomb , Expression's last receding ray , A gilded halo hovering round decay , The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! 99 Spark of that flame , perchance of ...
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... breath The very cypress droops to death- 285 Dark tree , still sad when others ' grief is fled , The only constant mourner o'er the dead ! The steed is vanished from the stall ; No serf is seen in Hassan's hall ; The lonely Spider's ...
... breath The very cypress droops to death- 285 Dark tree , still sad when others ' grief is fled , The only constant mourner o'er the dead ! The steed is vanished from the stall ; No serf is seen in Hassan's hall ; The lonely Spider's ...
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... breathing clay , By Alla ! I would answer nay ; 21 Though on Al - Sirat's arch I stood , Which totters o'er the fiery flood , With Paradise within my view , And all his Houris beckoning through . Oh ! who young Leila's glance could read ...
... breathing clay , By Alla ! I would answer nay ; 21 Though on Al - Sirat's arch I stood , Which totters o'er the fiery flood , With Paradise within my view , And all his Houris beckoning through . Oh ! who young Leila's glance could read ...
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... " And she was lost - and yet I breathed , " But not the breath of human life : " A serpent round my heart was wreathed , " And stung my every thought to strife . " Alike all time , abhorred all place , 66 THE GIAOUR . 77.
... " And she was lost - and yet I breathed , " But not the breath of human life : " A serpent round my heart was wreathed , " And stung my every thought to strife . " Alike all time , abhorred all place , 66 THE GIAOUR . 77.
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Abdallah's Amaun arms Arnaut ataghan Azrael beam bear beauty beneath blest blood bloom bower brave bread and salt breast breath bride BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow Calpac Carasman cheek clime courser's dare dark death deed deem desart doom dread earth fate father fear feel fire flash flower foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave Greek grief hand Haram Hassan hate hath hear heard heaven Helle's Hellespont hope hour Houris jerreed Koran land Leila line 12 line 9 lonely LORD BYRON maid Morea Moslem mourn Mussulman ne'er never night Note o'er Pacha pale Persian prayer rest rose round sabre scarce Selim shine shore sire slave smile soothe soul sound steed strife tale tear tell thee thine thought Timariot tomb tophaike trembling turban Turkish Twas twere waft wandering wave winds word wound young Zuleika
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Página 9 - 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 ! 'Twere long to tell, and sad to trace, Each step from splendour to disgrace...
Página 108 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 7 - Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth.
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, And leave his sons a hope, a fame, They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won.
Página 107 - Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime, Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle. Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?
Página 73 - I grieve ; but not, my holy guide ! For him who dies, but her who died . She sleeps beneath the wandering wave— Ah .' had she but an earthly grave, • » This breaking heart and throbbing head Should seek and share her narrow bed. She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight...
Página 5 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Página 6 - 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 sealed, The first, last look by death revealed ! Such is the aspect of this shore ; Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!
Página 71 - The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name ; But mine was like the lava flood That boils in ^Etna's breast of flame...
Página 8 - That this is all remains of thee ? Approach, thou craven crouching slave: Say, is not this Thermopylae? These waters blue that round you lave, Oh servile offspring of the free — Pronounce what sea, what shore is this ! The gulf, the rock of Salamis...