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... meet— Thus join the bands , whom mutual wrong , And fate , and fury , drive along . The bickering sabres ' shivering jar ; And pealing wide or ringing near Its echoes on the throbbing ear , The deathshot hissing from afar ; The shock ...
... meet— Thus join the bands , whom mutual wrong , And fate , and fury , drive along . The bickering sabres ' shivering jar ; And pealing wide or ringing near Its echoes on the throbbing ear , The deathshot hissing from afar ; The shock ...
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Friends meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; True foes , once met , are join'd till death ! * * * * With sabre shiver'd to the hilt , * Yet dripping with the blood he spilt ; Yet strain'd within the ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Friends meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; True foes , once met , are join'd till death ! * * * * With sabre shiver'd to the hilt , * Yet dripping with the blood he spilt ; Yet strain'd within the ...
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... earth nor heaven ! " To love the softest hearts are prone , But such can ne'er be all his own ; Too timid in his woes to share , Too meek to meet , or brave despair ; And sterner hearts alone may feel The wound that time THE GIAOUR . 35.
... earth nor heaven ! " To love the softest hearts are prone , But such can ne'er be all his own ; Too timid in his woes to share , Too meek to meet , or brave despair ; And sterner hearts alone may feel The wound that time THE GIAOUR . 35.
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... of ceaseless pain ; " Nor sought the self - accorded grave " Of ancient fool and modern knave : " Yet death I have not fear'd to meet ; " And in the field it had been sweet , " Had danger woo'd me on to move " The 38 THE GIAOUR .
... of ceaseless pain ; " Nor sought the self - accorded grave " Of ancient fool and modern knave : " Yet death I have not fear'd to meet ; " And in the field it had been sweet , " Had danger woo'd me on to move " The 38 THE GIAOUR .
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... meet my eye , yet mock my touch ? " Ah ! were thy beauties e'er so cold , " I care not ; so my arms enfold " The all they ever wish'd to hold . " Alas ! around a shadow prest , " They shrink upon my lonely breast ; " Yet still ' tis ...
... meet my eye , yet mock my touch ? " Ah ! were thy beauties e'er so cold , " I care not ; so my arms enfold " The all they ever wish'd to hold . " Alas ! around a shadow prest , " They shrink upon my lonely breast ; " Yet still ' tis ...
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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...