The works of lord Byron, Հատոր 1 |
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... chief before , as deck'd for war , 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 ...
... chief before , as deck'd for war , 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 ...
Էջ 53
... chief , is a panegyric on his bounty ; the next , on his valour . Note 13 , page 16 , last line . And silver - sheathed ataghan . The ataghan , a long dagger worn with pistols in the belt , in a metal scabbard , generally of silver ...
... chief , is a panegyric on his bounty ; the next , on his valour . Note 13 , page 16 , last line . And silver - sheathed ataghan . The ataghan , a long dagger worn with pistols in the belt , in a metal scabbard , generally of silver ...
Էջ 53
... chief , is a panegyric un kamera his valour . Note 13 , page Ander- . The ataghan , a long dagger VII KIR PERSONER , a metal scabbard , generally of silver a mar gilt , or of gold . Note 14 An Erby O. Green is the privileged our of the ...
... chief , is a panegyric un kamera his valour . Note 13 , page Ander- . The ataghan , a long dagger VII KIR PERSONER , a metal scabbard , generally of silver a mar gilt , or of gold . Note 14 An Erby O. Green is the privileged our of the ...
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... chief , a kerchief of green ; and cries aloud , Come , kiss me , for " I love thee , " & c . Note 35 , page 30 , line 10 . Beneath avenging Monkir's scythe . Monkir and Nekir are the inquisitors of the dead , before whom the corpse ...
... chief , a kerchief of green ; and cries aloud , Come , kiss me , for " I love thee , " & c . Note 35 , page 30 , line 10 . Beneath avenging Monkir's scythe . Monkir and Nekir are the inquisitors of the dead , before whom the corpse ...
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... Chief , are from the Greek - the spy , " Who still proclaims our spoil or peril nigh : " Whate'er his tidings , we can well report , " Much that " - " Peace , peace ! " -- he cuts their prating short . Wondering they turn , abash'd ...
... Chief , are from the Greek - the spy , " Who still proclaims our spoil or peril nigh : " Whate'er his tidings , we can well report , " Much that " - " Peace , peace ! " -- he cuts their prating short . Wondering they turn , abash'd ...
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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...