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... And - but for that sad shrouded eye , That fires not , wins not , weeps not , now , And but for that chill , changeless brow , Where cold Obstruction's apathy ( 4 ) Appals the gazing mourner's heart , As if to him THE GIAOUR . 7.
... And - but for that sad shrouded eye , That fires not , wins not , weeps not , now , And but for that chill , changeless brow , Where cold Obstruction's apathy ( 4 ) Appals the gazing mourner's heart , As if to him THE GIAOUR . 7.
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Appals the gazing mourner's heart , As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads , yet dwells upon ; Yes , but for these and these alone , Some moments , ay , one treacherous hour , He still might ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Appals the gazing mourner's heart , As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads , yet dwells upon ; Yes , but for these and these alone , Some moments , ay , one treacherous hour , He still might ...
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... meteor - like thou glidest by , Right well I view and deem thee one Whom Othman's sons should slay or shun . On - on he hasten'd , and he drew My gaze of wonder as he flew : Though like a demon of the night He pass'd and THE GIAOUR . 11.
... meteor - like thou glidest by , Right well I view and deem thee one Whom Othman's sons should slay or shun . On - on he hasten'd , and he drew My gaze of wonder as he flew : Though like a demon of the night He pass'd and THE GIAOUR . 11.
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... gaze on that of the Gazelle , It will assist thy fancy well ; As large , as languishingly dark , But Soul beam'd forth in every spark That darted from beneath the lid , Bright as the jewel of Giamschid . ( 20 ) Yea , Soul , and should ...
... gaze on that of the Gazelle , It will assist thy fancy well ; As large , as languishingly dark , But Soul beam'd forth in every spark That darted from beneath the lid , Bright as the jewel of Giamschid . ( 20 ) Yea , Soul , and should ...
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... gaze Shrunk from the charms it meant to praise . Thus high and graceful was her gait ; Her heart as tender to her mate ; Her mate - stern Hassan , who was he ? Alas ! that name was not for thee ! * * * * Stern Hassan hath a journey ta ...
... gaze Shrunk from the charms it meant to praise . Thus high and graceful was her gait ; Her heart as tender to her mate ; Her mate - stern Hassan , who was he ? Alas ! that name was not for thee ! * * * * Stern Hassan hath a journey ta ...
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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...