The Giaour: A Fragment of a Turkish TaleThomas Davison, 1814 - 75 páginas |
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... hour ; Nor claims the culture of his hand To bloom along the fairy land , But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him - but to spare ! Strange that where all is peace beside There passion riots in her pride , B 2 50 55 ...
... hour ; Nor claims the culture of his hand To bloom along the fairy land , But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him - but to spare ! Strange that where all is peace beside There passion riots in her pride , B 2 50 55 ...
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... 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 ! 5 Such is the aspect of this shore-- 90 ' Tis Greece - but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet , so ...
... 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 ! 5 Such is the aspect of this shore-- 90 ' Tis Greece - but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet , so ...
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... hour is past , the Giaour is gone , And did he fly or fall alone ? 10 Woe to that hour he came or went , The curse for Hassan's sin was sent To turn à palace to a tomb ; He came , he went , like the Simoom , 1 That harbinger of fate and ...
... hour is past , the Giaour is gone , And did he fly or fall alone ? 10 Woe to that hour he came or went , The curse for Hassan's sin was sent To turn à palace to a tomb ; He came , he went , like the Simoom , 1 That harbinger of fate and ...
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... hour , Then leaves him , as it soars on high , With panting heart and tearful eye : So Beauty lures the full - grown child With hue as bright , and wing as wild ; C 2 290 395 A chase of idle hopes and fears , Begun in THE GIAOUR . 19.
... hour , Then leaves him , as it soars on high , With panting heart and tearful eye : So Beauty lures the full - grown child With hue as bright , and wing as wild ; C 2 290 395 A chase of idle hopes and fears , Begun in THE GIAOUR . 19.
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... hour , Find joy within her broken bower ? No : gayer insects fluttering by Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die , And lovelier things have mercy shewn To every failing but their own , 415 And every woe a tear can claim 420 Except an ...
... hour , Find joy within her broken bower ? No : gayer insects fluttering by Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die , And lovelier things have mercy shewn To every failing but their own , 415 And every woe a tear can claim 420 Except an ...
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Amaun arms aught band beam bear beneath blood bosom bread and salt breast breath brow Calpac CANTO cheek Conrad dare dark death deeds deep despair doom dread dream earth Ezzelin fair faithless falchion fate fear feel fix'd foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram Hassan hast hate hath heard heart heaven Hellespont hope hour Houris knew Koran land Lara Lara's less light line 12 lonely look lord LORD BYRON lov'd Mussulman ne'er never night Note numbers o'er once Otho Pacha pale pass'd perchance pride rest rose round sabre scarce seem'd Selim Seyd shore silent slave smile soothe sought soul spirit steed stern stranger strife tale tear tell thee thine thou thought tide Timariot turban Turkish turn'd Twas twere voice wave Whate'er wild wind words wound Zuleika
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Página 1 - 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 62 - Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
Página 1 - 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 11 - Unlike the heroes of each ancient race, Demons in act, but Gods at least in face, In Conrad's form seems little to admire, Though his dark eye-brow shades a glance of fire : Robust but not Herculean — to the sight No giant frame sets forth his common height ; 20& Yet in the whole — who paused to look again, Saw more than marks the crowd of vulgar men — They gaze and marvel how — and still confess That thus it is, but why they cannot guess.
Página 7 - 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...
Página 4 - 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 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 25 - Sestos' daughter. Oh ! when alone along the sky Her turret-torch was blazing high, Though rising gale, and breaking foam, And shrieking sea-birds warned him home ; And clouds aloft and tides below, With signs and sounds, forbade to go, He could not see, he would not hear > Or sound or sign foreboding fear ; His eye but saw that light of love, The only star it hailed above; His ear but rang with Hero's song, " Ye waves, divide not lovers long !"— That tale is old, but Love anew May nerve young hearts...
Página 10 - That moulds another's weakness to its will; Wields with their hands, but, still to these unknown, Makes even their mightiest deeds appear his own. Such hath it been — shall be — beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one! 'Tis Nature's doom — but let the wretch who toils, Accuse not, hate not lam who wears the spoils.
Página 10 - Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart. What is that spell, that thus his lawless train Confess and envy, yet oppose in vain? What should it be, that thus their faith can bind? The power of Thought - the magic of the Mind!