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Page 41
... knew it well , " Warn'd by the voice of stern Taheer , Deep in whose darkly boding ear ( 40 ) " The deathshot peal'd of murder near , " As filed the troop to where they fell ! " He died too in the battle broil , " A time that heeds nor ...
... knew it well , " Warn'd by the voice of stern Taheer , Deep in whose darkly boding ear ( 40 ) " The deathshot peal'd of murder near , " As filed the troop to where they fell ! " He died too in the battle broil , " A time that heeds nor ...
Page 42
... knew but to obtain or die . " I die - but first I have possess'd , " And come what may , I have been blest . " Shall I the doom I sought upbraid ? " No - reft of all , yet undismay'd " But for the thought of Leila slain , " Give me the ...
... knew but to obtain or die . " I die - but first I have possess'd , " And come what may , I have been blest . " Shall I the doom I sought upbraid ? " No - reft of all , yet undismay'd " But for the thought of Leila slain , " Give me the ...
Page 48
... knew ' twas false - she could not die ! " But he is dead ! within the dell " I saw him buried where he fell ; " He comes not , for he cannot break " From earth ; why then art thou awake ? They told me wild waves roll'd above " The face ...
... knew ' twas false - she could not die ! " But he is dead ! within the dell " I saw him buried where he fell ; " He comes not , for he cannot break " From earth ; why then art thou awake ? They told me wild waves roll'd above " The face ...
Page 49
... race Hath left a token or a trace , Save what the father must not say Who shrived him on his dying day : This broken tale was all we knew Of her he loved , or him he slew . ( 43 ) VOL . II . NOTES . Note 1 , page 5 , line 3 THE GIAOUR . 49.
... race Hath left a token or a trace , Save what the father must not say Who shrived him on his dying day : This broken tale was all we knew Of her he loved , or him he slew . ( 43 ) VOL . II . NOTES . Note 1 , page 5 , line 3 THE GIAOUR . 49.
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... knew the weight of splendid chains , How light the balance of his humbler pains ! IX . Unlike the heroes of each ancient race , Demons in act , but Gods at least in face , In Conrad's form seems little to admire , Though his dark ...
... knew the weight of splendid chains , How light the balance of his humbler pains ! IX . Unlike the heroes of each ancient race , Demons in act , but Gods at least in face , In Conrad's form seems little to admire , Though his dark ...
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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...