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... souls that might have led Thy sons to deeds sublime , Now crawl from cradle to the grave , Slaves — nay , the bondsmen of a slave , ( 6 ) And callous , save to crime ; Stain'd with each evil that pollutes Mankind , where least above the ...
... souls that might have led Thy sons to deeds sublime , Now crawl from cradle to the grave , Slaves — nay , the bondsmen of a slave , ( 6 ) And callous , save to crime ; Stain'd with each evil that pollutes Mankind , where least above the ...
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... soul is wanting there . Hers is the loveliness in death , That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom , That hue which haunts it to the tomb , Expression's last receding ray , A gilded halo hovering ...
... soul is wanting there . Hers is the loveliness in death , That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom , That hue which haunts it to the tomb , Expression's last receding ray , A gilded halo hovering ...
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... soul , till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self - abasement paved the way To vilain - bonds and despot sway . What can he tell who treads thy shore ? No legend of thine olden time , No theme on which the muse might soar , High THE GIAOUR . 9.
... soul , till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self - abasement paved the way To vilain - bonds and despot sway . What can he tell who treads thy shore ? No legend of thine olden time , No theme on which the muse might soar , High THE GIAOUR . 9.
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... souls that might have led Thy sons to deeds sublime , Now crawl from cradle to the grave , Slaves - nay , the bondsmen of a slave , ( 6 ) And callous , save to crime ; Stain'd with each evil that pollutes Mankind , where least above the ...
... souls that might have led Thy sons to deeds sublime , Now crawl from cradle to the grave , Slaves - nay , the bondsmen of a slave , ( 6 ) And callous , save to crime ; Stain'd with each evil that pollutes Mankind , where least above the ...
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... 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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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...