The giaour, a fragment of a Turkish tale |
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... tomb 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 ? * * Fair clime ! where every season smiles Benignant o'er those blessed isles ...
... tomb 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 ? * * Fair clime ! where every season smiles Benignant o'er those blessed isles ...
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... 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 cherish'd earth ! * 100 Far ...
... 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 cherish'd earth ! * 100 Far ...
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... tomb , Whose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom . His brow was bent his eye was glazed- He raised his arm , and fiercely raised ; And sternly shook his hand on high , As doubting to return or fly ; - 165 170 175 Impatient of his flight ...
... tomb , Whose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom . His brow was bent his eye was glazed- He raised his arm , and fiercely raised ; And sternly shook his hand on high , As doubting to return or fly ; - 165 170 175 Impatient of his flight ...
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... tomb , Whose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom . His brow was bent his eye was glazed- He raised his arm , and fiercely raised ; And sternly shook his hand on high , As doubting to return or fly ; → 165 170 175 Impatient of his flight ...
... tomb , Whose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom . His brow was bent his eye was glazed- He raised his arm , and fiercely raised ; And sternly shook his hand on high , As doubting to return or fly ; → 165 170 175 Impatient of his flight ...
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... tomb ; He came , he went , like the Simoom * , 215 That harbinger of fate and gloom , Beneath whose widely - wasting breath The very cypress droops to death- Dark tree - still sad , when others ' grief is fled , The only constant ...
... tomb ; He came , he went , like the Simoom * , 215 That harbinger of fate and gloom , Beneath whose widely - wasting breath The very cypress droops to death- Dark tree - still sad , when others ' grief is fled , The only constant ...
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The Giaour, a Fragment of a Turkish Tale George Gordon Byron Byron No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2015 |
The Giaour A Fragment of A Turkish Tale George Gordon Byron No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2004 |
GIAOUR A FRAGMENT OF A TURKISH George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, 1788 No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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ALFRED POLAND ALTHAUS Amaun Anatomy arms Arnaut art thou ataghan Beautifully printed beauty beneath blood BRAXTON HICKS breast breath brow Caloyer cannon at sunset charm Chlorodyne CONDY'S COSTUME courser's sides crag dæmon dark death deed earth eastern Edition Engravings faithless fate fear Felo de se flame flashes fly or fall foes gaze Giaour girt by fire glance grave Greek Guy's Hospital hand Handsomely printed Hassan hate hath heart heaven Hospital hour Houris insect Klephtes Leila live London lov'd lovelier maid Medical modern Greek Literature Moslem's Mosques Mussulman night olive wood pain pale Paradise pass Paynim Persia PHILIP MASSINGER prayer printed in 4to RICHARD FREEMAN riven rock Romaic rose Scorpion Scorpion girt singular sleep soul steed stood Surgeon Surgery tale tear tell thee thine thy race tomb tophaike Twas vainly search'd Volumes watch'd wave WILLIAM GIFFORD wing wish'd woes wound
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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!