The Works of Lord Byron: Comprising the Suppressed Poems, Volúmenes 4-5A. and W. Galignani, 1826 |
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... his haram bower ; And in the fortress of his power The owl usurps the beacon - tower ; The wild - dog howls o'er the fountain's brim , With baffled thirst , and famine , grim ; For the stream has shrunk from its marble bed , 16 THE GIAOUR .
... his haram bower ; And in the fortress of his power The owl usurps the beacon - tower ; The wild - dog howls o'er the fountain's brim , With baffled thirst , and famine , grim ; For the stream has shrunk from its marble bed , 16 THE GIAOUR .
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... wild ; A chase of idle hopes and fears , Begun in folly , closed in 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 ...
... wild ; A chase of idle hopes and fears , Begun in folly , closed in 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 ...
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... wild waves roll'd above The face I'view , the form I love ; They told me - ' t was a hideous tale ! I'd tell it , but my tongue would fail : If true , and from thine ocean - cave Thou com'st to claim a calmer grave , Oh ! pass thy dewy ...
... wild waves roll'd above The face I'view , the form I love ; They told me - ' t was a hideous tale ! I'd tell it , but my tongue would fail : If true , and from thine ocean - cave Thou com'st to claim a calmer grave , Oh ! pass thy dewy ...
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... citron an the voice of the de the tints of th our though va the purple of oc e the virgins ar all , save the spin the clime of the he smile on such wild as the acce he hearts which tell . THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS , A TURKISH TALE . CANTO.
... citron an the voice of the de the tints of th our though va the purple of oc e the virgins ar all , save the spin the clime of the he smile on such wild as the acce he hearts which tell . THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS , A TURKISH TALE . CANTO.
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... such deeds as his children have done ?? Oh ! wild as the accents of lovers ' farewell Are the hearts which they bear , and the tales which they tell . II . Begirt with many a gallant slave , Apparell'd THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS.
... such deeds as his children have done ?? Oh ! wild as the accents of lovers ' farewell Are the hearts which they bear , and the tales which they tell . II . Begirt with many a gallant slave , Apparell'd THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS.
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accents Amaun apostolic palace arms band beheld beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath bride BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow CANTO Cavalier Servente Cephisus cheek Conrad CORSAIR crime dare dark dead death deeds deep doom dread earth Ezzelin fair faithless fate fear feel fell fix'd foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave Greece grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven hope hour Houris knew land Lara Lara's light lips living lonely look look'd Morea Mussulman ne'er never night Note numbers o'er once Pacha pale Pallas Parisina pass'd pride rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim she-the shine shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent slave smile soothe soul sound steed stern stood strife tale tears tell thee thine thou thought Timariot turn'd voice wall wave Whate'er wild words wound youth Zuleika
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Página 157 - Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 172 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count — I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Página 169 - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, — Lone — as the corse within its shroud, Lone — as a solitary cloud, A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Página 9 - 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 166 - I found him not. 7 only stirred in this black spot; / only lived — / only drew The accursed breath of dungeon-dew; The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Página 166 - And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot ! A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
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 172 - These heavy walls to me had grown A hermitage — and all my own! And half I felt as they were come To tear me from a second home...
Página 170 - Who loved me in a human shape; And the whole earth would henceforth be A wider prison unto me : No child — no sire — no kin had I, No partner in my misery; I...
Página 163 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake unshock'd, Because I could have smiled to see The death that would have set me free.