The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The giaour. Bride of AbydosJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... Mind , that broods o'er guilty woes , Is like the Scorpion girt 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 ...
... Mind , that broods o'er guilty woes , Is like the Scorpion girt 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 ...
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... mind Remorse hath riven , Unfit for earth , undoomed for heaven , Darkness above , despair beneath , Around it flame , within it death ! * * ** * * 436 Black Hassan from the Haram flies , Nor bends on woman's form his eyes ; The ...
... mind Remorse hath riven , Unfit for earth , undoomed for heaven , Darkness above , despair beneath , Around it flame , within it death ! * * ** * * 436 Black Hassan from the Haram flies , Nor bends on woman's form his eyes ; The ...
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... mind not all degraded Even by the crimes through which it waded : The common crowd but see the gloom 866 Of wayward deeds , and fitting doom ; The close observer can espy A noble soul , and lineage high ; Alas ! though both bestowed in ...
... mind not all degraded Even by the crimes through which it waded : The common crowd but see the gloom 866 Of wayward deeds , and fitting doom ; The close observer can espy A noble soul , and lineage high ; Alas ! though both bestowed in ...
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... mind , 955 The waste of feelings unemployed . 960 Who would be doomed to gaze upon A sky without a cloud or sun ? Less hideous far the tempest's roar Than ne'er to brave the billows more- Thrown , when the war of winds is o'er , 965 A ...
... mind , 955 The waste of feelings unemployed . 960 Who would be doomed to gaze upon A sky without a cloud or sun ? Less hideous far the tempest's roar Than ne'er to brave the billows more- Thrown , when the war of winds is o'er , 965 A ...
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... mind ; 1090 " Each feature of that sullen corse 66 ' Betrayed his rage , but no remorse . " Oh , what had Vengeance given to trace 66 Despair upon his dying face ! " The late repentance of that hour , " When Penitence hath lost her ...
... mind ; 1090 " Each feature of that sullen corse 66 ' Betrayed his rage , but no remorse . " Oh , what had Vengeance given to trace 66 Despair upon his dying face ! " The late repentance of that hour , " When Penitence hath lost her ...
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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...