Lord Byron's Works, Томи 1 – 2François Louis, at his French and English Library ... and Baudry, at the Foreign Library, 1821 |
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... tower . >> ་ ་ IV . thee flew : " Son of a slave » -the Pacha said- From unbelieving mother bred , « Vain were a father's hope to see Aught that beseems a man in thee . « « Thou , when thine arm should bend the bow THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS . 7.
... tower . >> ་ ་ IV . thee flew : " Son of a slave » -the Pacha said- From unbelieving mother bred , « Vain were a father's hope to see Aught that beseems a man in thee . « « Thou , when thine arm should bend the bow THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS . 7.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. « Thou , when thine arm should bend the bow , « And hurl the dart , and curb the steed , « < Thou , Greek in soul if not in creed , « Must pore where babbling waters flow , « And watch unfolding roses ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. « Thou , when thine arm should bend the bow , « And hurl the dart , and curb the steed , « < Thou , Greek in soul if not in creed , « Must pore where babbling waters flow , « And watch unfolding roses ...
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... arm is little worth , « And scarcely in the chase could « With timid fawn or antelope , " Far less would venture into strife cope ་ ་ Where man contends for fame and life- << I would not trust that look or tone : « No - nor the blood so ...
... arm is little worth , « And scarcely in the chase could « With timid fawn or antelope , " Far less would venture into strife cope ་ ་ Where man contends for fame and life- << I would not trust that look or tone : « No - nor the blood so ...
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... arms in meekness bending Across her gently - budding breast ; At one kind word those arms extending To clasp the neck of him who blest His child caressing and carest , Zuleika came — and Giassir felt His purpose half within him melt ...
... arms in meekness bending Across her gently - budding breast ; At one kind word those arms extending To clasp the neck of him who blest His child caressing and carest , Zuleika came — and Giassir felt His purpose half within him melt ...
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... arms , and friends , and vengeance near . » XIII . « Think not thou art what thou appearest ! " " ( " My Selim , thou art sadly changed : This morn I saw thee gentlest , dearest ; ་ ་ But now thou'rt from thyself estranged . My love ...
... arms , and friends , and vengeance near . » XIII . « Think not thou art what thou appearest ! " " ( " My Selim , thou art sadly changed : This morn I saw thee gentlest , dearest ; ་ ་ But now thou'rt from thyself estranged . My love ...
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Alfonso Amaun apostolic palace arms Bard behold beneath blood bosom breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow calpac CANTO CAPEL LOFFT Catullus charms cheek Conrad dare dark dead death deeds deemed deep doom doubt dread dream Dunciad earth Edinburgh Review fair fame fate fear feel foes forget friends gazed Giaffir's Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont hope hour Houris Juan Juan's Julia knew lady Lara Lara's lips living lonely look Lord Lord Byron Muse ne'er never night Note o'er once Pacha pale Parisina poem rest rhyme scarce seemed Selim she-the shore sigh silent slave sleep smile song soul spirit strife sweet tale tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Timariot Twas twere voice wave Whate'er wild wind words young youth Zuleika
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Сторінка 183 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure...
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Сторінка 43 - So the struck Eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Сторінка 143 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped; But 'scaped in vain, for in their memory yet His mind would half exult and half regret...
Сторінка 194 - 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 ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away...
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