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... gave o'er : " My own Medora ! sure thy song is sad وو " In Conrad's absence wouldst thou have it glad ? " Without thine ear to listen to my lay , " Still must my song my thoughts , my soul betray : 380 " Still must each accent to my ...
... gave o'er : " My own Medora ! sure thy song is sad وو " In Conrad's absence wouldst thou have it glad ? " Without thine ear to listen to my lay , " Still must my song my thoughts , my soul betray : 380 " Still must each accent to my ...
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... gave - · His fate to chance , his projects to the wave ; But no- it must not be a worthy chief May melt , but not betray to woman's grief . 520 He sees his bark , he notes how fair the wind , And sternly gathers all his might of mind ...
... gave - · His fate to chance , his projects to the wave ; But no- it must not be a worthy chief May melt , but not betray to woman's grief . 520 He sees his bark , he notes how fair the wind , And sternly gathers all his might of mind ...
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... gave ; The Corsair vowed protection , soothed affright , As if his homage were a woman's right . " The wish is wrong vain : - nay worse for female - " Yet much I long to view that chief again ; " If but to thank for , what my fear ...
... gave ; The Corsair vowed protection , soothed affright , As if his homage were a woman's right . " The wish is wrong vain : - nay worse for female - " Yet much I long to view that chief again ; " If but to thank for , what my fear ...
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... gave ; And now its dashing echoed on his ear , ― A long known voice alas ! too vainly near ! Loud sung the wind above ; and doubly loud , Shook o'er his turret cell the thunder - cloud ; 1430 And flashed the lightning by the latticed ...
... gave ; And now its dashing echoed on his ear , ― A long known voice alas ! too vainly near ! Loud sung the wind above ; and doubly loud , Shook o'er his turret cell the thunder - cloud ; 1430 And flashed the lightning by the latticed ...
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... gave , Who now seemed changed and humbled : and meek , But varying oft the colour of her cheek - To deeper shades of paleness all it's red ― faint That fearful spot which stained it from the dead ! He took that hand it trembled now too ...
... gave , Who now seemed changed and humbled : and meek , But varying oft the colour of her cheek - To deeper shades of paleness all it's red ― faint That fearful spot which stained it from the dead ! He took that hand it trembled now too ...
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Abydos accents apostolic palace arms Athens aught beam behold beneath blood bosom breast breath broke brow calm cheek Conrad CORSAIR Curious fool dare dark dead death deeds deemed deep dread dream earth Ezzelin faint fair falchion fate fear feel forget gazed Giaour glance grief Gulnare hand hast hate hath head heard heart heaven hope hour Kaled knew land Lara Lara's less light linked band lonely look LORD BYRON meet the marks mirth morn mortal mourn ne'er Newstead Abbey night night song numbers o'er once Otho Otho's Pacha pang passed perchance pride rest scarce scene seemed Serf Seyd shun sigh silent slave sleep slumber smile snatch soothe soul spirit stern stranger strife sunk sway tale tears thee thine thou art thought triumph twas twere twill voice waves weep Whate'er wild words
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Сторінка 105 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Сторінка 13 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Сторінка 122 - ... host of the Lord, Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath ! Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet ! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet. Farewell to others, but never we part, Heir to my royalty, son of my heart ! Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway, Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day ! SAUL. THOU whose spell can raise the...
Сторінка 66 - Well! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly as it was wont to do. Thy husband's blest— and 'twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot: But let them pass— Oh! how my heart Would hate him, if he loved thee not! When late I saw thy favourite child I thought my jealous heart would break; But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.
Сторінка 105 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Сторінка 141 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Сторінка 141 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Сторінка 21 - That man of loneliness and mystery, Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart.
Сторінка 140 - For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still?
Сторінка 94 - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.