The works of lord Byron, Հատոր 1 |
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Արդյունքներ 72–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... rest , That holds the pirate for a guest ; Whose bark in sheltering cove below Lurks for the passing peaceful prow , Till the gay mariner's guitar ( 3 ) Is heard , and seen the evening star ; Then stealing with the muffled oar , Far ...
... rest , That holds the pirate for a guest ; Whose bark in sheltering cove below Lurks for the passing peaceful prow , Till the gay mariner's guitar ( 3 ) Is heard , and seen the evening star ; Then stealing with the muffled oar , Far ...
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... rest , There's none within his rider's breast : And though to - morrow's tempest lower , ' Tis calmer than thy heart , young Giaour ! ( 7 ) I know thee not , I loathe thy race , But in thy lineaments I trace What time shall strengthen ...
... rest , There's none within his rider's breast : And though to - morrow's tempest lower , ' Tis calmer than thy heart , young Giaour ! ( 7 ) I know thee not , I loathe thy race , But in thy lineaments I trace What time shall strengthen ...
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... rest ; And oft had Hassan's Youth along Its bank been soothed by Beauty's song ; And softer seem'd each melting tone Of Music mingled with its own . But ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose Along the brink at Twilight's close : The stream ...
... rest ; And oft had Hassan's Youth along Its bank been soothed by Beauty's song ; And softer seem'd each melting tone Of Music mingled with its own . But ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose Along the brink at Twilight's close : The stream ...
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... Rest from your task - so - bravely done , " Our course has been right swiftly run ; " Yet ' tis the longest voyage , I trow , " That one of- * * * Sullen it plunged , and slowly sank , The calm wave rippled to the bank ; I watch'd it as ...
... Rest from your task - so - bravely done , " Our course has been right swiftly run ; " Yet ' tis the longest voyage , I trow , " That one of- * * * Sullen it plunged , and slowly sank , The calm wave rippled to the bank ; I watch'd it as ...
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... to fly or fall alone . With wounded wing , or bleeding breast , Ah ! where shall either victim rest ? Can this with faded pinion soar From rose to tulip as before ? Or Beauty , blighted in an hour , Find joy 18 THE GIAOUR .
... to fly or fall alone . With wounded wing , or bleeding breast , Ah ! where shall either victim rest ? Can this with faded pinion soar From rose to tulip as before ? Or Beauty , blighted in an hour , Find joy 18 THE GIAOUR .
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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...