The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The giaour. Bride of AbydosJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... close : The stream that filled that font is fled- The blood that warmed his heart is shed ! And here no more shall human voice Be heard to rage , regret , rejoice . The last sad note that swelled the gale Was woman's wildest funeral ...
... close : The stream that filled that font is fled- The blood that warmed his heart is shed ! And here no more shall human voice Be heard to rage , regret , rejoice . The last sad note that swelled the gale Was woman's wildest funeral ...
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... close its clasp again . On desart sands ' twere joy to scan The rudest steps of fellow man , So here the very voice of Grief Might wake an Echo like relief— At least ' twould say , " all are not gone ; 330 " There lingers Life , though ...
... close its clasp again . On desart sands ' twere joy to scan The rudest steps of fellow man , So here the very voice of Grief Might wake an Echo like relief— At least ' twould say , " all are not gone ; 330 " There lingers Life , though ...
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... by fire , In circle narrowing as it glows , The flames around their captive close , Till inly searched by thousand throes , And maddening in her ire , 425 One sad and sole relief she knows , The sting 28 THE GIAOUR .
... by fire , In circle narrowing as it glows , The flames around their captive close , Till inly searched by thousand throes , And maddening in her ire , 425 One sad and sole relief she knows , The sting 28 THE GIAOUR .
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... close observer can espy A noble soul , and lineage high ; Alas ! though both bestowed in vain , 870 Which Grief could change , and Guilt could stain , It was no vulgar tenement To which such lofty gifts THE GIAOUR . 57.
... close observer can espy A noble soul , and lineage high ; Alas ! though both bestowed in vain , 870 Which Grief could change , and Guilt could stain , It was no vulgar tenement To which such lofty gifts THE GIAOUR . 57.
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... without being martyred for the sake of an hypothesis . Note 18 , page 30 , line 7 . When Rhamazan's last sun was set . The cannon at sunset close the Rhamazan . See note 8 . Note 19 , page 31 , line 10 . By NOTES TO THE GIAOUR . 10 91.
... without being martyred for the sake of an hypothesis . Note 18 , page 30 , line 7 . When Rhamazan's last sun was set . The cannon at sunset close the Rhamazan . See note 8 . Note 19 , page 31 , line 10 . By NOTES TO THE GIAOUR . 10 91.
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Abdallah's Amaun arms Arnaut ataghan Azrael beam bear beauty beneath blest blood bloom bower brave bread and salt breast breath bride BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow Calpac Carasman cheek clime courser's dare dark death deed deem desart doom dread earth fate father fear feel fire flash flower foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave Greek grief hand Haram Hassan hate hath hear heard heaven Helle's Hellespont hope hour Houris jerreed Koran land Leila line 12 line 9 lonely LORD BYRON maid Morea Moslem mourn Mussulman ne'er never night Note o'er Pacha pale Persian prayer rest rose round sabre scarce Selim shine shore sire slave smile soothe soul sound steed strife tale tear tell thee thine thought Timariot tomb tophaike trembling turban Turkish Twas twere waft wandering wave winds word wound young Zuleika
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Page 9 - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native 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...
Page 108 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Page 7 - 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 round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth.
Page 9 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear, And leave his sons a hope, a fame, They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won.
Page 107 - Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime, Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle. Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?
Page 73 - I grieve ; but not, my holy guide ! For him who dies, but her who died . She sleeps beneath the wandering wave— Ah .' had she but an earthly grave, • » This breaking heart and throbbing head Should seek and share her narrow bed. She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight...
Page 5 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Page 6 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some' moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed ! Such is the aspect of this shore ; Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!
Page 71 - The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name ; But mine was like the lava flood That boils in ^Etna's breast of flame...
Page 8 - That this is all remains of thee ? Approach, thou craven crouching slave: Say, is not this Thermopylae? These waters blue that round you lave, Oh servile offspring of the free — Pronounce what sea, what shore is this ! The gulf, the rock of Salamis...