The works of lord Byron, Հատոր 1 |
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... Half shelter'd by the steed ; Some fly behind the nearest rock , And there await the coming shock , Nor tamely stand to bleed Beneath the shaft of foes unseen , Who dare not quit their craggy screen . Stern Hassan only from his horse ...
... Half shelter'd by the steed ; Some fly behind the nearest rock , And there await the coming shock , Nor tamely stand to bleed Beneath the shaft of foes unseen , Who dare not quit their craggy screen . Stern Hassan only from his horse ...
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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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... half - affrighted Friar When met alone would fain retire , As if that eye and bitter smile Transferr'd to others fear and guile : Not oft to smile descendeth he , And when he doth ' tis sad to see That he but mocks at Misery . How that ...
... half - affrighted Friar When met alone would fain retire , As if that eye and bitter smile Transferr'd to others fear and guile : Not oft to smile descendeth he , And when he doth ' tis sad to see That he but mocks at Misery . How that ...
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... half - illumined wall " His hood fly back , his dark hair fall , " That pale brow wildly wreathing round , " As if the Gorgon there had bound " The sablest of the serpent - braid “ That o'er her fearful forehead stray'd : " For he ...
... half - illumined wall " His hood fly back , his dark hair fall , " That pale brow wildly wreathing round , " As if the Gorgon there had bound " The sablest of the serpent - braid “ That o'er her fearful forehead stray'd : " For he ...
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... half that now I feel . 66 I search'd , but vainly search'd , to find " The workings of a wounded mind ; " Each feature of that sullen corse " Betray'd his rage , but no remorse . " Oh , what had Vengeance given to trace Despair upon his ...
... half that now I feel . 66 I search'd , but vainly search'd , to find " The workings of a wounded mind ; " Each feature of that sullen corse " Betray'd his rage , but no remorse . " Oh , what had Vengeance given to trace Despair upon his ...
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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...