The GiaourJohn Murray, 1823 |
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... Youth along Its bank been sooth'd by Beauty's song ; And softer seemed each melting tone Of Music mingled with its own.- But ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose Along the brink at Twilight's close- $ 15 16 THE GIAOUR . The stream that ...
... Youth along Its bank been sooth'd by Beauty's song ; And softer seemed each melting tone Of Music mingled with its own.- But ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose Along the brink at Twilight's close- $ 15 16 THE GIAOUR . The stream that ...
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... youth to age , " And thou wilt bless thee from the " Of passions fierce and uncontroul'd , " Such as thy penitents unfold , rage 975 " Whose secret sins and sorrows rest 980 " Within thy pure and pitying breast . " My days , though few ...
... youth to age , " And thou wilt bless thee from the " Of passions fierce and uncontroul'd , " Such as thy penitents unfold , rage 975 " Whose secret sins and sorrows rest 980 " Within thy pure and pitying breast . " My days , though few ...
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... youth " This bed of death - attest my truth- " " Tis all too late - thou wert - thou art " The cherished madness of my heart ! 1190 " And she was lost - and yet I breathed , " But not the breath of human life- " A serpent round my heart ...
... youth " This bed of death - attest my truth- " " Tis all too late - thou wert - thou art " The cherished madness of my heart ! 1190 " And she was lost - and yet I breathed , " But not the breath of human life- " A serpent round my heart ...
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... youth had been- " In pain , my faultering tongue had tried " To bless his memory ere I died ; " But heaven in wrath would turn away , " If Guilt should for the guiltless pray . " I do not ask him not to blame- " Too gentle he to wound ...
... youth had been- " In pain , my faultering tongue had tried " To bless his memory ere I died ; " But heaven in wrath would turn away , " If Guilt should for the guiltless pray . " I do not ask him not to blame- " Too gentle he to wound ...
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... youth , where are they ? ' and an Echo answered , ‹ Where " are they ? " From an Arabic MS . The above quotation ( from which the idea in the text is taken ) must be already familiar to every reader - it is given in the first annotation ...
... youth , where are they ? ' and an Echo answered , ‹ Where " are they ? " From an Arabic MS . The above quotation ( from which the idea in the text is taken ) must be already familiar to every reader - it is given in the first annotation ...
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