The works of ... lord Byron, Volumen 2 |
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... thine olden time , No theme on which the muse might soar , High as thine own in days of yore , When man was worthy of thy clime . The hearts within thy valleys bred , The fiery souls that might have led Thy sons to deeds sublime , Now ...
... thine olden time , No theme on which the muse might soar , High as thine own in days of yore , When man was worthy of thy clime . The hearts within thy valleys bred , The fiery souls that might have led Thy sons to deeds sublime , Now ...
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... : Though young and pale , that sallow front Is scathed by fiery passion's brunt ; Though bent on earth thine evil eye , As meteor like thou glidest by , 191 195 Right well I view and deem thee one Whom Othman's THE GIAOUR . 13 13.
... : Though young and pale , that sallow front Is scathed by fiery passion's brunt ; Though bent on earth thine evil eye , As meteor like thou glidest by , 191 195 Right well I view and deem thee one Whom Othman's THE GIAOUR . 13 13.
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... thine or thee , That thou should'st either pause or flee ? He stood - some dread was on his face , Soon Hatred settled in its place : It rose not with the reddening flush Of transient Anger's hasty blush , But pale as marble o'er the ...
... thine or thee , That thou should'st either pause or flee ? He stood - some dread was on his face , Soon Hatred settled in its place : It rose not with the reddening flush Of transient Anger's hasty blush , But pale as marble o'er the ...
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... thine accorded there ? " I watched my time , I leagued with these , " The traitor in his turn to seize ; " 6 My wrath is wreaked , the deed is done , " And now I go - but go alone . " 686 * * * * * The browzing camels ' bells are ...
... thine accorded there ? " I watched my time , I leagued with these , " The traitor in his turn to seize ; " 6 My wrath is wreaked , the deed is done , " And now I go - but go alone . " 686 * * * * * The browzing camels ' bells are ...
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... thine agony ! 780 Wet with thine own best blood shall drip3 Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip ; Then stalking to thy sullen grave , Go - and with Gouls and Afrits rave ; Till these in horror shrink away From spectre more accursed than ...
... thine agony ! 780 Wet with thine own best blood shall drip3 Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip ; Then stalking to thy sullen grave , Go - and with Gouls and Afrits rave ; Till these in horror shrink away From spectre more accursed than ...
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Página 105 - 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...
Página 106 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 8 - That this is all remains of thee ? Approach, thou craven crouching slave: Say, is not this Thermopylae? These waters blue that round you lave, Oh servile offspring of the free — Pronounce what sea, what shore is this ! The gulf, the rock of Salamis...
Página 139 - 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 7 - Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth.
Página 71 - She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight ; And rose, where'er I turned mine eye The Morning-star of Memory...
Página 9 - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die...
Página 26 - Tis left to fly or fall alone. With wounded wing, or bleeding breast, Ah ! where shall either victim rest ? Can this with faded pinion soar From rose to tulip as before? Or Beauty, blighted in an hour, Find joy within her broken bower...
Página 6 - 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 Appals the gazing mourner's heart...
Página 6 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some' moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed ! Such is the aspect of this shore ; Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!