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... less common in the East than formerly ; either because the ladies are more circumspect than in the " olden time ; " or because the Christians have better fortune , or less enter- prise . The story , when entire , contained the ...
... less common in the East than formerly ; either because the ladies are more circumspect than in the " olden time ; " or because the Christians have better fortune , or less enter- prise . The story , when entire , contained the ...
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... less and less , a speck of white That gemm'd the tide , then mock'd the sight ; And all its hidden secrets sleep , Known but to с 3 THE GIAOUR . 17.
... less and less , a speck of white That gemm'd the tide , then mock'd the sight ; And all its hidden secrets sleep , Known but to с 3 THE GIAOUR . 17.
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... less swift ? " Oh , false reproach ! yon Tartar now " Has gain'd our nearest mountain's brow , " And warily the steep descends , " And now within the valley bends ; " And he bears the gift at his saddle bow- " How could I deem his ...
... less swift ? " Oh , false reproach ! yon Tartar now " Has gain'd our nearest mountain's brow , " And warily the steep descends , " And now within the valley bends ; " And he bears the gift at his saddle bow- " How could I deem his ...
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... less than dread On such the sight is riveted . The roofless cot , decay'd and rent , Will scarce delay the passer by ; The tower by war or tempest bent , While yet may frown one battlement , Demands and daunts the stranger's eye ; Each ...
... less than dread On such the sight is riveted . The roofless cot , decay'd and rent , Will scarce delay the passer by ; The tower by war or tempest bent , While yet may frown one battlement , Demands and daunts the stranger's eye ; Each ...
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... less . We loathe what none are left to share : Even bliss - ' twere woe alone to bear ; The heart once left thus desolate Must fly at last for ease - to hate . It is as if the dead could feel The icy worm around them steal , And shudder ...
... less . We loathe what none are left to share : Even bliss - ' twere woe alone to bear ; The heart once left thus desolate Must fly at last for ease - to hate . It is as if the dead could feel The icy worm around them steal , And shudder ...
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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...