The works of lord Byron, Հատոր 1 |
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Արդյունքներ 48–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... bear " Seems one that claims your utmost care , " And , doubtless , holds some precious freight , " My humble bark would gladly wait . " " Thou speakest sooth ; thy skiff unmoor , " And waft us from the silent shore ; " Nay , leave the ...
... bear " Seems one that claims your utmost care , " And , doubtless , holds some precious freight , " My humble bark would gladly wait . " " Thou speakest sooth ; thy skiff unmoor , " And waft us from the silent shore ; " Nay , leave the ...
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... Bears in his belt the scimitar Stain'd with the best of Arnaut blood , When in the pass the rebels stood , And few return'd to tell the tale Of what befell in Parne's vale . The pistols which his girdle bore Were those that once a pasha ...
... Bears in his belt the scimitar Stain'd with the best of Arnaut blood , When in the pass the rebels stood , And few return'd to tell the tale Of what befell in Parne's vale . The pistols which his girdle bore Were those that once a pasha ...
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... bear . " Peace to the brave ! whose blood is spilt : " Woe to the Giaour ! for his the guilt . " * * * A turban ( 32 ) carved in coarsest stone , A pillar with rank weeds o'ergrown , Whereon can now be scarcely read The Koran verse that ...
... bear . " Peace to the brave ! whose blood is spilt : " Woe to the Giaour ! for his the guilt . " * * * A turban ( 32 ) carved in coarsest stone , A pillar with rank weeds o'ergrown , Whereon can now be scarcely read The Koran verse that ...
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... bear , Let those who shape its edge , beware ! Thus passion's fire , and woman's art , Can turn and tame the sterner heart ; From these its form and tone are ta'en , And what they make it , must remain , But break - before it bend again ...
... bear , Let those who shape its edge , beware ! Thus passion's fire , and woman's art , Can turn and tame the sterner heart ; From these its form and tone are ta'en , And what they make it , must remain , But break - before it bend again ...
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Էջ 321 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Էջ 318 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes Ran over with the glad surprise, And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery.
Էջ 321 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Էջ 307 - ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Էջ 309 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Էջ 315 - Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face. The infant love of all his race.
Էջ 93 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,' Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Էջ 315 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...