The works of lord Byron, Volumen 3 |
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... tears . If won , to equal ills betray'd , Woe waits the insect and the maid ; A life of pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play , and man's caprice : The lovely toy so fiercely sought Hath lost its charm by being caught , For ...
... tears . If won , to equal ills betray'd , Woe waits the insect and the maid ; A life of pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play , and man's caprice : The lovely toy so fiercely sought Hath lost its charm by being caught , For ...
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... tear can claim Except an erring sister's shame . * * * * * * * The Mind , that broods o'er guilty woes , Is like the Scorpion girt by fire , In circle narrowing as it glows , The flames around their captive close , Till inly search'd by ...
... tear can claim Except an erring sister's shame . * * * * * * * The Mind , that broods o'er guilty woes , Is like the Scorpion girt by fire , In circle narrowing as it glows , The flames around their captive close , Till inly search'd by ...
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... lifeless blue ; Then with unhallow'd hand shalt tear The tresses of her yellow hair , Of which in life a lock when shorn Affection's fondest pledge was worn ; But now is borne away by thee , Memorial of 38 THE GIAOUR .
... lifeless blue ; Then with unhallow'd hand shalt tear The tresses of her yellow hair , Of which in life a lock when shorn Affection's fondest pledge was worn ; But now is borne away by thee , Memorial of 38 THE GIAOUR .
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... dying face ! " The late repentance of that hour , " When Penitence hath lost her power " To tear one terror from the grave , " And will not soothe , and can not save . * * * * * * * " The cold in clime are cold in blood , THE GIAOUR . 51.
... dying face ! " The late repentance of that hour , " When Penitence hath lost her power " To tear one terror from the grave , " And will not soothe , and can not save . * * * * * * * " The cold in clime are cold in blood , THE GIAOUR . 51.
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... tear May better grace a brother's bier ? " But bear this ring , his own of old , " And tell him - what thou dost behold ! " The wither'd frame , the ruin'd mind , " The wrack by passion left behind , " A shrivell'd scroll , a scatter'd ...
... tear May better grace a brother's bier ? " But bear this ring , his own of old , " And tell him - what thou dost behold ! " The wither'd frame , the ruin'd mind , " The wrack by passion left behind , " A shrivell'd scroll , a scatter'd ...
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Amaun arms Azrael band bark bear beneath betray'd blood bosom brave breast breath bride BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow calpac Cephisus cheek Conrad CORSAIR dare dark death deeds deep despair doom dread earth fair faithless fate fear feel fetter'd fix'd foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grief guard Gulnare hand Haram Hassan hast hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont heroic couplet hope hour Houris isle Koran light line 13 line 23 lips lonely mark'd Moslem Mussulman ne'er never night Note o'er once Pacha pale pass'd perchance rest rose round sabre sail scarce seem'd Selim Seyd she-the shine shore silent slave smile soothe soul spirit stamp'd steed stern strife tale tears tell thee thine thou thought tide Timariot to-night tomb trembling turban Turkish turn'd Twas voice wave Whate'er wild wind woman's words Zuleika
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Página 10 - 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 38 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Página 158 - 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 withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!
Página 10 - 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 ! '-V 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 150 - Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! " Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; " Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease !
Página 79 - 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 color though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 24 - Tis left to fly or fall alone. With wounded wing or bleeding breast, Ah! where shall either victim rest? Can this with faded pinion soar From rose to tulip as before? Or Beauty, blighted in an hour, Find joy within her broken bower?
Página 128 - A single rose is shedding there Its lonely lustre, meek and pale : It looks as planted by Despair — So white — so faint — the slightest gale Might whirl the leaves on high; And yet, though storms and blight assail. And hands more rude than wintry sky May wring it from the stem — in vain...
Página 24 - Gives but one pang, and cures all pain, And darts into her desperate brain. — So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like Scorpion girt by fire;* So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death!
Página 80 - Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell.