The Works of Lord Byron: The giaour. The bride of Abydos. The corsairJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... breast . Still to the neighbouring ports they waft Proverbial wiles , and ancient craft ; In this the subtle Greek is found , For this , and this alone , renown'd . 160 In vain might Liberty invoke The spirit to its bondage broke , Or ...
... breast . Still to the neighbouring ports they waft Proverbial wiles , and ancient craft ; In this the subtle Greek is found , For this , and this alone , renown'd . 160 In vain might Liberty invoke The spirit to its bondage broke , Or ...
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... tide : Though weary waves are sunk to rest , There's none within his rider's breast : And though to - morrow's tempest lower , 185 ' Tis calmer than thy heart , young Giaour ! ( 7 ) 190 I know thee not , I loathe thy race , 14 THE GIAOUR :
... tide : Though weary waves are sunk to rest , There's none within his rider's breast : And though to - morrow's tempest lower , 185 ' Tis calmer than thy heart , young Giaour ! ( 7 ) 190 I know thee not , I loathe thy race , 14 THE GIAOUR :
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... breast , 205 And long upon my startled ear Rung his dark courser's hoofs of fear . He spurs his steed ; he nears the steep , That , jutting , shadows o'er the deep ; 210 He winds around ; he hurries by ; The rock relieves him from mine ...
... breast , 205 And long upon my startled ear Rung his dark courser's hoofs of fear . He spurs his steed ; he nears the steep , That , jutting , shadows o'er the deep ; 210 He winds around ; he hurries by ; The rock relieves him from mine ...
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... breast ? That pause , which ponder'd 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 270 The thought that Conscience must ...
... breast ? That pause , which ponder'd 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 270 The thought that Conscience must ...
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... breast 310 That sound had harmonized his rest ; And oft had Hassan's Youth along Its bank been soothed by Beauty's song ; And softer seem'd each melting tone Of Music mingled with its own . 315 - But ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose ...
... breast 310 That sound had harmonized his rest ; And oft had Hassan's Youth along Its bank been soothed by Beauty's song ; And softer seem'd each melting tone Of Music mingled with its own . 315 - But ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose ...
Términos y frases comunes
Amaun arms band bear beauty beheld beneath betray'd blood bosom brave breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow calpac CANTO Cephisus cheek Conrad Corsair crime dare dark death deeds deep despair doom dread earth fair faithless fate fear feel fetter'd fire fix'd foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief guard Gulnare hand Haram Hassan hate hath head hear heard heart heaven Hellespont heroic couplet hope hour Houris isle Koran light line 22 lips live lonely mark'd Moslem Mussulman ne'er never night Note o'er once Pacha pain pale pass'd perchance rage rest rose round sabre 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 turban Turkish turn'd Twas voice wave wild wind words Zuleika
Pasajes populares
Página 84 - Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of Beauty's heavenly ray? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might, the majesty of Loveliness...
Página 77 - 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 197 - 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 On such an eye, his palest beam he cast, When - Athens!
Página 11 - 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...
Página 11 - 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...
Página 12 - 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...
Página 9 - 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 11 - 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 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 197 - O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows. On old /Egina's rock, and Idra's isle, The god of gladness sheds his parting smile; O'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, Though there his altars are no more divine. Descending fast the mountain shadows kiss Thy glorious gulf, unconquer'd Salamis!