The works of lord Byron, Հատոր 1 |
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Արդյունքներ 70–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... foes , Whose venom never yet was vain , Gives but one pang , and cures all pain , And darts into her desperate brain : So do the dark in soul expire , Or live like Scorpion girt by fire ; ( 17 ) So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven ...
... foes , Whose venom never yet was vain , Gives but one pang , and cures all pain , And darts into her desperate brain : So do the dark in soul expire , Or live like Scorpion girt by fire ; ( 17 ) So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven ...
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... foes that gave the wound , The dying ask revenge in vain . With steel unsheath'd , and carbine bent , Some o'er their courser's harness leant , Half shelter'd by the steed ; Some fly behind the nearest rock , And there await the coming ...
... foes that gave the wound , The dying ask revenge in vain . With steel unsheath'd , and carbine bent , Some o'er their courser's harness leant , Half shelter'd by the steed ; Some fly behind the nearest rock , And there await the coming ...
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... foe their covert quit , And call his vassals to submit ; But Hassan's frown and furious word Are dreaded more than ... foes appear , And , issuing from the grove , advance Some who on battle - charger prance . Who leads them on with ...
... foe their covert quit , And call his vassals to submit ; But Hassan's frown and furious word Are dreaded more than ... foes appear , And , issuing from the grove , advance Some who on battle - charger prance . Who leads them on with ...
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... Beauty sighs to grant With half the fervour Hate bestows Upon the last embrace of foes , When grappling in the fight they fold Those arms that ne'er shall lose their hold : Friends meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; 26 THE GIAOUR .
... Beauty sighs to grant With half the fervour Hate bestows Upon the last embrace of foes , When grappling in the fight they fold Those arms that ne'er shall lose their hold : Friends meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; 26 THE GIAOUR .
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... foes , once met , are join'd till death ! * * * * With sabre shiver'd to the hilt , * Yet dripping with the blood he ... enemy , As if the hour that seal'd his fate Surviving left his quenchless hate ; And o'er him bends that foe with ...
... foes , once met , are join'd till death ! * * * * With sabre shiver'd to the hilt , * Yet dripping with the blood he ... enemy , As if the hour that seal'd his fate Surviving left his quenchless hate ; And o'er him bends that foe with ...
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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...