The Bride of Abydos: A Turkish Tale, Número 3T. Davison, 1813 - 72 páginas |
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... Abdallah's arm was strong , " Remembered yet in Bosniac song , " And Paswan's 31 rebel hordes attest " How little love they bore such guest . " His death is all I need relate , " The stern effect of Giaffir's hate ; " And how my birth ...
... Abdallah's arm was strong , " Remembered yet in Bosniac song , " And Paswan's 31 rebel hordes attest " How little love they bore such guest . " His death is all I need relate , " The stern effect of Giaffir's hate ; " And how my birth ...
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... Abdallah's hence to heaven . " Reclined and feverish in the bath , 66 He , when the hunter's sport was up , " But little deemed a brother's wrath " To quench his thirst had such a cup . " The bowl a bribed attendant bore , " He drank ...
... Abdallah's hence to heaven . " Reclined and feverish in the bath , 66 He , when the hunter's sport was up , " But little deemed a brother's wrath " To quench his thirst had such a cup . " The bowl a bribed attendant bore , " He drank ...
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A Turkish Tale George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. " Abdallah's Pachalick was gained— 66 ( Thou know'st not what in our Divan " Can wealth procure for worse than man ) : " Abdallah's honours were obtained " By him a brother's murder stained ...
A Turkish Tale George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. " Abdallah's Pachalick was gained— 66 ( Thou know'st not what in our Divan " Can wealth procure for worse than man ) : " Abdallah's honours were obtained " By him a brother's murder stained ...
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... Abdallah's palace grew , " And held that post in his Serai " Which holds he here - he saw him die : " But what could single slavery do ? 66 Avenge his lord - alas ! too late- " Or save his son from such a fate ? " He chose the last ...
... Abdallah's palace grew , " And held that post in his Serai " Which holds he here - he saw him die : " But what could single slavery do ? 66 Avenge his lord - alas ! too late- " Or save his son from such a fate ? " He chose the last ...
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... Abdallah's Murderer ! The father slowly rued thy hate , The son hath found a quicker fate- 570 Fast from his breast the blood is bubbling , The whiteness of the sea - foam troubling , If aught his lips essayed to groan The rushing ...
... Abdallah's Murderer ! The father slowly rued thy hate , The son hath found a quicker fate- 570 Fast from his breast the blood is bubbling , The whiteness of the sea - foam troubling , If aught his lips essayed to groan The rushing ...
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Abdallah's Another-and Arab arms Azrael band billows birth blest blood bower breast BRIDE OF ABYDOS broad Hellespont Bulbul BYRON Cain CANTO Capote cheek Chibouque Comboloio cypress dare dashes daughter deed desart Divan dread earliest hour father's fear flower foes gale gaze Giaffir's hate Greek Gúl hand Haram Haram's Haroun hath head hear heart heaven Helle's stream hope Houri isle kiss Koran land line 17 lips lone LORD LORD BYRON loud Wul-wulleh maid Mamaluke Moslem mourned Musselim's Mussulman ne'er never night Note o'er Oglou Old Giaffir Osman Pacha pale Paswan's perchance perfume Persian Resign'd rose round sabre scarce scimitar Selim sherbet shone sire sire's slave smile Sorrow's soul sound stern strife Sultan tambour tears tell thee thou art thou hast Thou know'st thought Thrice Timariot turban Turkish Turks waft wave winds word Would'st Zuleika Zuleika's name
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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 ! Know ye the land of the cedar and vine, Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shine...
Página 2 - In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of Ocean is deepest in dye ; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine ? 'Tis the clime of the East ; 'tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on 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.
Página 45 - Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life ! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray...
Página 25 - 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
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 9 - 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! Such was Zuleika — such around her shone The nameless charms unmarked by her alone — The light of love— the purity of grace— The mind — the music breathing from her face! The heart whose softness harmonized the whole—- And, oh! that eye was in itself a soul!
Página 9 - To Sorrow's phantom-peopled slumber given, When heart meets heart again in dreams Elysian, And paints the lost on Earth revived in Heaven; Soft, as the memory of buried love; Pure, as the prayer which Childhood wafts above; Was she—the daughter of that rude old Chief, Who met the maid with tears—but not of grief.