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Revel and rout the evening hours beguile , And they who wish to wear a head
must smile ; 635 For Moslem mouths produce their choicest cheer , And hoard
their curses , till the coast is clear . II . High in his hall reclines the turban ' d Seyd
...
Revel and rout the evening hours beguile , And they who wish to wear a head
must smile ; 635 For Moslem mouths produce their choicest cheer , And hoard
their curses , till the coast is clear . II . High in his hall reclines the turban ' d Seyd
...
Page 112
... 955 The hopeless past , the hasting future driven Too quickly on to guess if hell
or heaven ; Deeds , thoughts , and words , perhaps remember ' d not So keenly
till that hour , but ne ' er forgot ; Things light or lovely in their acted time , 960 But ...
... 955 The hopeless past , the hasting future driven Too quickly on to guess if hell
or heaven ; Deeds , thoughts , and words , perhaps remember ' d not So keenly
till that hour , but ne ' er forgot ; Things light or lovely in their acted time , 960 But ...
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She heard no further - twas in vain to strive - - - So throbb ' d each vein - - each
thought - - till then withstood ; Her own dark soul - - - these words at once
subdued : She totters - - - falls - - - and senseless had the wave 1285 Perchance
but ...
She heard no further - twas in vain to strive - - - So throbb ' d each vein - - each
thought - - till then withstood ; Her own dark soul - - - these words at once
subdued : She totters - - - falls - - - and senseless had the wave 1285 Perchance
but ...
Page 134
What , am I then a toy for dotard ' s play , “ To wear but till the gilding frets away ?
1520 “ I saw thee - loved thee - owe thee all - would save , • If but to show how
grateful is a slave . " But had he not thus menaced fame and life , “ ( And well he ...
What , am I then a toy for dotard ' s play , “ To wear but till the gilding frets away ?
1520 “ I saw thee - loved thee - owe thee all - would save , • If but to show how
grateful is a slave . " But had he not thus menaced fame and life , “ ( And well he ...
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And Lara left in youth his father - land ; But from the hour he waved his parting
hand Each trace wax ' d fainter of his course , till all Had nearly ceased his
memory to recall . His sire was dust , his vassals could declare , ' Twas all they
knew ...
And Lara left in youth his father - land ; But from the hour he waved his parting
hand Each trace wax ' d fainter of his course , till all Had nearly ceased his
memory to recall . His sire was dust , his vassals could declare , ' Twas all they
knew ...
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Page 225 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear, And leave his sons a hope, a fame, They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won.
Page 7 - In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of ocean is deepest in dye ; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine ? 'Tis the clime of the East ; 'tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? 2 Oh ! wild as the accents of lovers...
Page 7 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Page 224 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he 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 reveal'd!
Page 76 - How gloriously her gallant course she goes! Her white wings flying — never from her foes — She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Page 165 - All was so still, so soft in earth and air, You scarce would start to meet a spirit there ; Secure that nought of evil could delight To walk in such a scene, on such a night...
Page 224 - And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now. And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...
Page 73 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
Page 226 - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die...
Page 223 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
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| Title | The works of lord Byron, Volume 2 The works of lord Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Author | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Publisher | Wm. B. Gilley, 1820 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Sep 2006 |
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