The GiaourJohn Murray, 1823 |
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... Hatred settled in its place- It rose not with the reddening flush Of transient Anger's darkening blush , But pale as marble o'er the tomb , Whose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom . His brow was bent - his eye was glazed- He raised his ...
... Hatred settled in its place- It rose not with the reddening flush Of transient Anger's darkening blush , But pale as marble o'er the tomb , Whose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom . His brow was bent - his eye was glazed- He raised his ...
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... hates , or fears , Such moment pours the grief of years— What felt he then - at once opprest 265 By all that most distracts the breast ? That pause - which pondered o'er his fate , Oh , who its dreary length shall date ! Though in ...
... hates , or fears , Such moment pours the grief of years— What felt he then - at once opprest 265 By all that most distracts the breast ? That pause - which pondered o'er his fate , Oh , who its dreary length shall date ! Though in ...
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... Hate bestows Upon the last embrace of foes , When grappling in the fight they fold Those arms that ne'er shall lose their hold ; Friends meet to part - Love laughs at faith ; - True foes , once met , are joined till death ...
... Hate bestows Upon the last embrace of foes , When grappling in the fight they fold Those arms that ne'er shall lose their hold ; Friends meet to part - Love laughs at faith ; - True foes , once met , are joined till death ...
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... hate ; And o'er him bends that foe with brow As dark as his that bled below .-- * " Yes , Leila sleeps beneath the wave , 675 " But his shall be a redder grave ; " Her spirit pointed well the steel " Which taught that felon heart to ...
... hate ; And o'er him bends that foe with brow As dark as his that bled below .-- * " Yes , Leila sleeps beneath the wave , 675 " But his shall be a redder grave ; " Her spirit pointed well the steel " Which taught that felon heart to ...
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... hate . It is as if the dead could feel The icy worm around them steal , And shudder , as the reptiles creep To revel o'er their rotting sleep Without the power to scare away The cold consumers of their clay ! 945 950 It is as if the ...
... hate . It is as if the dead could feel The icy worm around them steal , And shudder , as the reptiles creep To revel o'er their rotting sleep Without the power to scare away The cold consumers of their clay ! 945 950 It is as if the ...
Términos y frases comunes
accents Amaun apostolic palace arms band beheld beneath blood bosom breast breath bride brow Calpac CANTO cheek Conrad dare dark dead death deed deem deep despair doom dread dream earth Ezzelin falchion fate fear feel fell foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont hope horsetails hour Houris knew land Lara Lara's light line 12 lips lonely look LORD BYRON Moslem mourn Mussulman ne'er never night Note numbers o'er once Pacha pale PARISINA passed pride rest rose round sabre scarce seem'd seems Selim she-the shine shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent slave sleep smile soothe soul sound steed stern stood strife tale tear tell thee thine thou thought Timariot turban Turkish Twas twere voice wave Whate'er wild words wound youth Zuleika's
Pasajes populares
Página 6 - 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 55 - Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven ; " A spark of that immortal fire " With angels shared, by Alia given, " To lift from earth our low desire. " Devotion wafts the mind above, " But Heaven itself descends in love ; " A feeling from the Godhead caught, " To wean from self each sordid thought ; " A Ray of him who form'd the whole ; " A Glory circling round the soul...
Página viii - The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ? That for itself can woo the approaching fight, And turn what some deem danger to delight ; That seeks what cravens shun with more than zeal, And where the feebler faint — can only feel — Feel — to the rising bosom's inmost core, Its hope awaken and its spirit soar...
Página 52 - Oh! too convincing - dangerously dear In woman's eye the unanswerable tear That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue at once her spear and shield: Avoid it - Virtue ebbs and Wisdom errs, Too fondly gazing on that grief of hers! What lost a world, and bade a hero fly? The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye. Yet be the soft triumvir's fault forgiven; By this - how many lose not earth - but heaven!
Página 2 - For there — the Rose o'er crag or vale, Sultana of the Nightingale, The maid for whom his melody, His thousand songs are heard on high, Blooms blushing to her lover's tale...
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 19 - 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 14 - He call'd on Nature's self to share the shame, And charged all faults upon the fleshly form She gave to clog the soul, and feast the worm; Till he at last confounded good and ill, And half mistook for fate the acts of will; Too high for common selfishness, he could At times resign his own for others...
Página 19 - THE winds are high on Helle's wave, As on that night of stormy water When Love, who sent, forgot to save The young, the beautiful, the brave, The lonely hope of Sestos