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... raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell , Hope withering fled and Mercy sighed farewell ! X. Slight are the outward signs of evil thought , 229 Within - within- ' twas there the spirit wrought ...
... raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell , Hope withering fled and Mercy sighed farewell ! X. Slight are the outward signs of evil thought , 229 Within - within- ' twas there the spirit wrought ...
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... raise that doubt to more than dread , " Thus Conrad , too , will quit me for the main : 450 " And he deceived me for he came again ! " - " Again - again - and oft again - my love ! " If there be life below , and hope above , ― but now ...
... raise that doubt to more than dread , " Thus Conrad , too , will quit me for the main : 450 " And he deceived me for he came again ! " - " Again - again - and oft again - my love ! " If there be life below , and hope above , ― but now ...
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... raise to his that deep - blue eye , 470 Which downcast drooped in tearless agony . Her long fair hair lay floating o'er his arms , In all the wildness of dishevelled charms ; Scarce beat that bosom where his image dwelt So full that ...
... raise to his that deep - blue eye , 470 Which downcast drooped in tearless agony . Her long fair hair lay floating o'er his arms , In all the wildness of dishevelled charms ; Scarce beat that bosom where his image dwelt So full that ...
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... With drops of sadness oft to be renewed . -- " He's gone ! " driven , 500 against her heart that hand is Convulsed and quick - then gently raised to heaven ; She looked and saw the heaving of the main ; C 2 Canto I. 335 THE CORSAIR .
... With drops of sadness oft to be renewed . -- " He's gone ! " driven , 500 against her heart that hand is Convulsed and quick - then gently raised to heaven ; She looked and saw the heaving of the main ; C 2 Canto I. 335 THE CORSAIR .
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... meet . " Oh , how these tidings will Medora greet ? " Then only then his clanking hands he raised , And strained with rage the chain on which he -- gazed ; But soon he found - or feigned -or dreamed relief Canto II . 57 THE CORSAIR .
... meet . " Oh , how these tidings will Medora greet ? " Then only then his clanking hands he raised , And strained with rage the chain on which he -- gazed ; But soon he found - or feigned -or dreamed relief Canto II . 57 THE CORSAIR .
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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.