The works of lord Byron, Հատոր 1 |
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... Bairam feast's begun ; To - night - but who and what art thou Of foreign garb and fearful brow ? And what are these to thine or thee , That thou should'st either pause or flee ? He stood - some dread was on his face , 12 THE GIAOUR .
... Bairam feast's begun ; To - night - but who and what art thou Of foreign garb and fearful brow ? And what are these to thine or thee , That thou should'st either pause or flee ? He stood - some dread was on his face , 12 THE GIAOUR .
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... 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 seal'd , The first , last look by death reveaľd ! ( 5 ) ...
... 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 seal'd , The first , last look by death reveaľd ! ( 5 ) ...
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... Bairam feast's begun ; To - night - but who and what art thou Of foreign garb and fearful brow ? And what are these to thine or thee , That thou should'st either pause or flee ? He stood - some dread was on his face , 12 THE GIAOUR .
... Bairam feast's begun ; To - night - but who and what art thou Of foreign garb and fearful brow ? And what are these to thine or thee , That thou should'st either pause or flee ? He stood - some dread was on his face , 12 THE GIAOUR .
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) 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 tomb , Whose ghastly ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) 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 tomb , Whose ghastly ...
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... dreaded more than hostile sword , Nor of his little band a man Resign'd carbine or ataghan , Nor raised the craven cry , Amaun ! ( 28 ) In fuller sight , more near and near , The lately ambush'd foes appear , And , issuing from the ...
... dreaded more than hostile sword , Nor of his little band a man Resign'd carbine or ataghan , Nor raised the craven cry , Amaun ! ( 28 ) In fuller sight , more near and near , The lately ambush'd foes appear , And , issuing from the ...
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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...