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... Misitra , led to the abandonment of that enterprise , and to the desolation of the Morea , during which the cruelty exercised on all sides was unparalleled even in the annals of the faithful . THE GIAOUR . No breath of air to break the.
... Misitra , led to the abandonment of that enterprise , and to the desolation of the Morea , during which the cruelty exercised on all sides was unparalleled even in the annals of the faithful . THE GIAOUR . No breath of air to break the.
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... break the wave That rolls below the Athenian's grave , That tomb ( 1 ) which , gleaming o'er the cliff , First greets the homeward - veering skiff , High o'er the land he saved in vain : When shall such hero live again ? * Fair clime ...
... break the wave That rolls below the Athenian's grave , That tomb ( 1 ) which , gleaming o'er the cliff , First greets the homeward - veering skiff , High o'er the land he saved in vain : When shall such hero live again ? * Fair clime ...
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... breaking wave , Roused by the blast of winter , rave ; Through sparkling spray , in thundering clash , The lightnings of the waters flash In awful whiteness o'er the shore , That shines and shakes beneath the roar ; Thus as the stream ...
... breaking wave , Roused by the blast of winter , rave ; Through sparkling spray , in thundering clash , The lightnings of the waters flash In awful whiteness o'er the shore , That shines and shakes beneath the roar ; Thus as the stream ...
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... break - before it bend again . * If solitude succeed to grief , Release from pain is slight relief ; The vacant bosom's wilderness Might thank the pang that made it less . We loathe what none are left to share : Even bliss - ' twere woe ...
... break - before it bend again . * If solitude succeed to grief , Release from pain is slight relief ; The vacant bosom's wilderness Might thank the pang that made it less . We loathe what none are left to share : Even bliss - ' twere woe ...
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... breaking heart and throbbing head " Should seek and share her narrow bed . " She was a form of life and light , " That , seen , became a part of sight ; " And rose , where'er I turn'd mine eye , " The Morning - star of Memory ! " Yes ...
... breaking heart and throbbing head " Should seek and share her narrow bed . " She was a form of life and light , " That , seen , became a part of sight ; " And rose , where'er I turn'd mine eye , " The Morning - star of Memory ! " Yes ...
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Page 321 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 318 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes Ran over with the glad surprise, And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery.
Page 321 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Page 307 - ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Page 309 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Page 315 - Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face. The infant love of all his race.
Page 93 - 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.
Page 315 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...