The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Volume 9J. Murray, 1832 - Poets, English |
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... slave ; - Have kiss'd , as if without design , The babe which ought to have been mine , And show'd , alas ! in each caress Time had not made me love the less . ( 1 ) But let this pass - I'll whine no more , Nor seek again an eastern ...
... slave ; - Have kiss'd , as if without design , The babe which ought to have been mine , And show'd , alas ! in each caress Time had not made me love the less . ( 1 ) But let this pass - I'll whine no more , Nor seek again an eastern ...
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... slave , A boon ' tis idle then to give , Relenting Nature vainly gave My life , when Thyrza ceased to live ! My Thyrza's pledge in better days , When love and life alike were new ! How different now thou meet'st my gaze ! How tinged by ...
... slave , A boon ' tis idle then to give , Relenting Nature vainly gave My life , when Thyrza ceased to live ! My Thyrza's pledge in better days , When love and life alike were new ! How different now thou meet'st my gaze ! How tinged by ...
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... slave , who was thrown , in the Mussulman manner , into the sea for infidelity , and avenged by a young Venetian , her lover , at the time the Seven Islands were possessed by the Republic of Venice , and soon after the Arnauts were ...
... slave , who was thrown , in the Mussulman manner , into the sea for infidelity , and avenged by a young Venetian , her lover , at the time the Seven Islands were possessed by the Republic of Venice , and soon after the Arnauts were ...
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... slave : Say , is not this Thermopyla ? These waters blue that round you lave , Oh servile offspring of the free- Pronounce what sea , what shore is this ? The gulf , the rock of Salamis ! These scenes , their story not unknown , Arise ...
... slave : Say , is not this Thermopyla ? These waters blue that round you lave , Oh servile offspring of the free- Pronounce what sea , what shore is this ? The gulf , the rock of Salamis ! These scenes , their story not unknown , Arise ...
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... Slaves — nay , the bondsmen of a slave , ( 1 ) And callous , save to crime ; Stain'd with each evil that pollutes Mankind , where least above the brutes ; Without even savage virtue blest , Without one free or valiant breast , Still to ...
... Slaves — nay , the bondsmen of a slave , ( 1 ) And callous , save to crime ; Stain'd with each evil that pollutes Mankind , where least above the brutes ; Without even savage virtue blest , Without one free or valiant breast , Still to ...
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antè arms Athens bard bear beauty Behold beneath blood bosom breast bride Bride of Abydos brow canto cheek Childe Harold Conrad Corsair couplet dare dark dear death deeds dread earth fair fate fear feel foes friends gaze GEORGE ELLIS Giaffir Giaour glance Greek grief Gulnare hand hate hath hear heart heaven heroic couplet hope hour live lonely Lord Byron MOORE ne'er never night o'er once Pacha Pallas Parthenon pass'd poem poet quæ quid rhyme Romaic scarce scene seem'd Selim shore slave smile song soothe soul tale tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Turkish Twas verse voice Waltz wave wild words Zuleika ἂν ἀπὸ δὲν διὰ Ἐγὼ εἶναι εἰς ἐν καὶ κὴ μὲ νὰ σᾶς τὰ τὰς τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν
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Page 205 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Page 150 - Such is the aspect of this shore; >Tis Greece, but living Greece no more So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath...
Page 206 - 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 262 - Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber...
Page 177 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Page 163 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Page 270 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled — and Mercy sigh'd farewell...
Page 97 - We know what we are, but we know not what we may be...
Page 213 - Such was Zuleika — such around her shone The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone ; The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, And, oh ! that eye was in itself a Soul...
Page 307 - 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.