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... land he saved in vain : When shall such hero live again ? * Fair clime ! where every season smiles Benignant o'er those blessed isles , Which seen from far Colonna's height , Make glad the heart that hails the sight , And lend to ...
... land he saved in vain : When shall such hero live again ? * Fair clime ! where every season smiles Benignant o'er those blessed isles , Which seen from far Colonna's height , Make glad the heart that hails the sight , And lend to ...
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... land , But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him -- but to spare ! Strange that where all is peace beside There passion riots in her pride , And lust and rapine wildly reign To darken o'er the fair domain . It is as ...
... land , But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him -- but to spare ! Strange that where all is peace beside There passion riots in her pride , And lust and rapine wildly reign To darken o'er the fair domain . It is as ...
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... land from plain to mountain - cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be , That this is all remains of thee ? Approach , thou craven crouching slave : Say , is not this Thermopyla ? These waters blue ...
... land from plain to mountain - cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be , That this is all remains of thee ? Approach , thou craven crouching slave : Say , is not this Thermopyla ? These waters blue ...
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... land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die ! " Twere long to tell , and sad to trace , Each step from splendour to disgrace ; Enough - no foreign foe could quell Thy soul , till from itself it ...
... land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die ! " Twere long to tell , and sad to trace , Each step from splendour to disgrace ; Enough - no foreign foe could quell Thy soul , till from itself it ...
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... Alla Hu ! " ( 33 ) Yet died he by a stranger's hand , And stranger in his native land ; Yet died he as in arms he stood , And unavenged , at least in blood . But him the maids of Paradise Impatient to their halls D 3 THE GIAOUR . 29.
... Alla Hu ! " ( 33 ) Yet died he by a stranger's hand , And stranger in his native land ; Yet died he as in arms he stood , And unavenged , at least in blood . But him the maids of Paradise Impatient to their halls D 3 THE GIAOUR . 29.
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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...