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Page 13
... sped as if by death pursued ; But in that instant o'er his soul Winters of Memory seem'd to roll , And gather in that drop of time A life of pain , an age of crime . VOL . II . C O'er him who loves , or hates , or fears THE GIAOUR . 13.
... sped as if by death pursued ; But in that instant o'er his soul Winters of Memory seem'd to roll , And gather in that drop of time A life of pain , an age of crime . VOL . II . C O'er him who loves , or hates , or fears THE GIAOUR . 13.
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... pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play , and man's caprice : The lovely toy so fiercely sought Hath lost its charm by being caught , For every touch that wooed its stay Hath brush'd its brightest hues away , Till charm , and hue ...
... pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play , and man's caprice : The lovely toy so fiercely sought Hath lost its charm by being caught , For every touch that wooed its stay Hath brush'd its brightest hues away , Till charm , and hue ...
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... pain , And darts into her desperate brain : So do the dark in soul expire , Or live like Scorpion girt by fire ; ( 17 ) So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven , Unfit for earth , undoom'd for heaven , Darkness above , despair beneath ...
... pain , And darts into her desperate brain : So do the dark in soul expire , Or live like Scorpion girt by fire ; ( 17 ) So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven , Unfit for earth , undoom'd for heaven , Darkness above , despair beneath ...
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... then " It was so mark'd with inward pain , " I could not pass it by again ; " It breathes the same dark spirit now , " As death were stamp'd upon his brow . " " " Tis twice three years at summer tide " THE GIAOUR . 31.
... then " It was so mark'd with inward pain , " I could not pass it by again ; " It breathes the same dark spirit now , " As death were stamp'd upon his brow . " " " Tis twice three years at summer tide " THE GIAOUR . 31.
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... pain is slight relief ; The vacant bosom's wilderness Might thank the pang that made it 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 ...
... pain is slight relief ; The vacant bosom's wilderness Might thank the pang that made it 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 ...
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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...