The Bride of Abydos: A Turkish Tale, Número 3T. Davison, 1813 - 72 páginas |
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... billows , - As the bolt bursts on high From the black cloud that bound it— Flash'd the soul of that eye Through the long lashes round it . A warhorse at the trumpet's sound , A lion roused by heedless hound ; A tyrant waked to sudden ...
... billows , - As the bolt bursts on high From the black cloud that bound it— Flash'd the soul of that eye Through the long lashes round it . A warhorse at the trumpet's sound , A lion roused by heedless hound ; A tyrant waked to sudden ...
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... billows met- There as his last step left the land , And the last death - blow dealt his hand- Ah ! wherefore did he turn to look For her his eye but sought in vain ? That pause - that fatal gaze he took- Hath doomed his death - or fixed ...
... billows met- There as his last step left the land , And the last death - blow dealt his hand- Ah ! wherefore did he turn to look For her his eye but sought in vain ? That pause - that fatal gaze he took- Hath doomed his death - or fixed ...
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... billows choaked the tone ! - XXVI . Morn slowly rolls the clouds away— Few trophies of the fight are there— The shouts that shook the midnight - bay Are silent - but some signs of fray That strand of strife may bear- And fragments of ...
... billows choaked the tone ! - XXVI . Morn slowly rolls the clouds away— Few trophies of the fight are there— The shouts that shook the midnight - bay Are silent - but some signs of fray That strand of strife may bear- And fragments of ...
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... billow- That hand - whose motion is not life- Yet feebly seems to menace strife— Flung by the tossing tide on high , Then levelled with the wave- What recks it ? though that corse shall lie Within a living grave ? The bird that tears ...
... billow- That hand - whose motion is not life- Yet feebly seems to menace strife— Flung by the tossing tide on high , Then levelled with the wave- What recks it ? though that corse shall lie Within a living grave ? The bird that tears ...
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... billow , " Tis named the " Pirate - phantom's pillow ! " Where first it lay that mourning flower Hath flourished Hourisheth this hour— Alone - and dewy - coldly pure and pale- As weeping Beauty's cheek at Sorrow's tale ! 720 NOTES ...
... billow , " Tis named the " Pirate - phantom's pillow ! " Where first it lay that mourning flower Hath flourished Hourisheth this hour— Alone - and dewy - coldly pure and pale- As weeping Beauty's cheek at Sorrow's tale ! 720 NOTES ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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 Galiongée gaze Greek 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 maid Mamaluke Mejnoun's tale Moslem mourned 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 Thine own broad 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.