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... on thy bugle - one hour and we are - see that free from rust , " My carbine - lock springs worthy of my trust ; " Be the edge sharpened of my boarding - brand , " And give it's guard more room to fit my 20 Canto I. TO CORSAIR .
... on thy bugle - one hour and we are - see that free from rust , " My carbine - lock springs worthy of my trust ; " Be the edge sharpened of my boarding - brand , " And give it's guard more room to fit my 20 Canto I. TO CORSAIR .
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... hour of stay's expired . " 170 VIII . They make obeisance , and retire in haste , Too soon to seek again the watery waste ; - Yet they repine not so that Conrad guides , And who dare question aught that he decides ? That man of ...
... hour of stay's expired . " 170 VIII . They make obeisance , and retire in haste , Too soon to seek again the watery waste ; - Yet they repine not so that Conrad guides , And who dare question aught that he decides ? That man of ...
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... hour . Yes it was Love - if thoughts of tenderness , Tried in temptation , strengthened by distress , Unmoved by absence , firm in every clime , → And yet - Oh more than all ! - untired by time ; Which nor defeated hope , nor baffled ...
... hour . Yes it was Love - if thoughts of tenderness , Tried in temptation , strengthened by distress , Unmoved by absence , firm in every clime , → And yet - Oh more than all ! - untired by time ; Which nor defeated hope , nor baffled ...
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... hour outwatched each star , " And morning came and still thou wert afar . " Oh ! how the chill blast on my bosom blew , " And day broke dreary on my troubled view , " And still I gazed and gazed and not a prow " Was granted to my tears ...
... hour outwatched each star , " And morning came and still thou wert afar . " Oh ! how the chill blast on my bosom blew , " And day broke dreary on my troubled view , " And still I gazed and gazed and not a prow " Was granted to my tears ...
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... hour again This hour we part , we part . " but not for long my heart foreboded this : " Thus ever fade my fairy dreams of bliss . it cannot be this hour away ! " This hour - " Yon bark hath hardly anchored in the bay : " IIer consort ...
... hour again This hour we part , we part . " but not for long my heart foreboded this : " Thus ever fade my fairy dreams of bliss . it cannot be this hour away ! " This hour - " Yon bark hath hardly anchored in the bay : " IIer consort ...
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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.