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... once opprest By all that most distracts the breast ? That pause which pondered o'er his fate , Oh , who its dreary length shall date ! Though in Time's record nearly nought , It was Eternity to Thought ! For infinite as boundless space ...
... once opprest By all that most distracts the breast ? That pause which pondered o'er his fate , Oh , who its dreary length shall date ! Though in Time's record nearly nought , It was Eternity to Thought ! For infinite as boundless space ...
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... once opprest By all that most distracts the breast ? That pause - which pondered o'er his fate , Oh , who its dreary length shall date ! 200 Though in Time's record nearly nought , It was Eternity to Thought ! 205 For infinite as ...
... once opprest By all that most distracts the breast ? That pause - which pondered o'er his fate , Oh , who its dreary length shall date ! 200 Though in Time's record nearly nought , It was Eternity to Thought ! 205 For infinite as ...
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... question ; as , if once fairly established as insect Catos , they will probably be al- lowed to live as long as they think proper , without being martyred for the sake of an hypothesis . Till charm , and hue , and beauty gone , 17.
... question ; as , if once fairly established as insect Catos , they will probably be al- lowed to live as long as they think proper , without being martyred for the sake of an hypothesis . Till charm , and hue , and beauty gone , 17.
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... once fairly established as insect Catos , they will probably be al- lowed to live as long as they think proper , without being martyred for the sake of an hypothesis . C The unwonted chace each hour employs , Yet shares he 17.
... once fairly established as insect Catos , they will probably be al- lowed to live as long as they think proper , without being martyred for the sake of an hypothesis . C The unwonted chace each hour employs , Yet shares he 17.
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... once a pasha wore , 395 Which still , though gemm'd and boss'd with gold , 400 Even robbers tremble to behold.- ' Tis said he goes to woo a bride More true than her who left his side ; The faithless slave that broke her bower , And ...
... once a pasha wore , 395 Which still , though gemm'd and boss'd with gold , 400 Even robbers tremble to behold.- ' Tis said he goes to woo a bride More true than her who left his side ; The faithless slave that broke her bower , And ...
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The Giaour, a Fragment of a Turkish Tale George Gordon Byron Byron No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2015 |
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GIAOUR A FRAGMENT OF A TURKISH George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, 1788 No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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Página 4 - 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 - Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. 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 5 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...
Página 5 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy...
Página 15 - twere vain to tell, But gaze on that of the Gazelle, It will assist thy fancy well ; As large, as languishingly dark, But Soul beam'd forth in every spark...
Página 11 - Twas but a moment that he stood, Then sped as if by death pursued; But in that instant o'er his soul Winters of Memory seem'd to roll, And gather in that drop of time A life of pain, an age of crime.
Página 28 - 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 wither'd on the stem.
Página 12 - 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...
Página 12 - No : gayer insects fluttering by Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die, And lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing but their own, And every woe a tear can claim Except an erring sister's shame.
Página 5 - 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!