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... felt he then , at once opprest By all that most distracts the breast ? That pause , which ponder'd o'er his fate , Oh , who its dreary length shall date ! Though in Time's record nearly nought , It was Eternity to Thought ! For infinite ...
... felt he then , at once opprest By all that most distracts the breast ? That pause , which ponder'd o'er his fate , Oh , who its dreary length shall date ! Though in Time's record nearly nought , It was Eternity to Thought ! For infinite ...
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... nor toil ; One cry to Mahomet for aid , One prayer to Alla all he made : He knew and cross'd me in the fray I gazed upon him where he lay , And watch'd his spirit ebb away : Though pierced like pard by hunter's steel , He felt.
... nor toil ; One cry to Mahomet for aid , One prayer to Alla all he made : He knew and cross'd me in the fray I gazed upon him where he lay , And watch'd his spirit ebb away : Though pierced like pard by hunter's steel , He felt.
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... felt not half that now I feel . I search'd , but vainly search'd , to find The workings of a wounded mind ; Each feature of that sullen corse Betray'd his rage , but no remorse . Oh , what had Vengeance given to trace Despair upon his ...
... felt not half that now I feel . I search'd , but vainly search'd , to find The workings of a wounded mind ; Each feature of that sullen corse Betray'd his rage , but no remorse . Oh , what had Vengeance given to trace Despair upon his ...
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... felt , but durst not tell . ---- " Much I misdoubt this wayward boy Will one day work me more annoy : I never loved him from his birth , And - but his arm is little worth , And scarely in the chase could cope With timid fawn or antelope ...
... felt , but durst not tell . ---- " Much I misdoubt this wayward boy Will one day work me more annoy : I never loved him from his birth , And - but his arm is little worth , And scarely in the chase could cope With timid fawn or antelope ...
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... felt His purpose half within himmelt : Not that against her fancied weal His heart though stern could ever feel ; Affection chain'd her to that heart ; Ambition tore the links apart . VII . " Zuleika ! child of gentleness ! How 14 ...
... felt His purpose half within himmelt : Not that against her fancied weal His heart though stern could ever feel ; Affection chain'd her to that heart ; Ambition tore the links apart . VII . " Zuleika ! child of gentleness ! How 14 ...
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Page 276 - Less wretched now, and one day free ; He, too, who yet had held untired A spirit natural or inspired — He, too, was struck, and day by day Was withered on the stalk away. Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Page 283 - 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 277 - Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Page 13 - Twas but a moment that he stood, Then 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.
Page 67 - 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 275 - His corse in dust whereon the day Might shine — it was a foolish thought, But then within my brain it wrought, That even in death his freeborn breast In such a dungeon could not rest. I might have spared my idle prayer — They coldly laugh'd, and laid him there: The flat and turfless earth above The being we so much did love; His empty chain above it leant...
Page 31 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent ; Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race, There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; • Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse ; Thy victims ere they yet expire , Shall know the dsemon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are wither'd on the stem.
Page 281 - With links unfasten'd did remain, And it was liberty to Stride Along my cell from side to side, And up and down, and then athwart, And tread it over every part; And round the pillars one by one, Returning where my walk begun, Avoiding only, as I trod, My brothers...
Page 143 - There breathe but few whose aspect might defy The full encounter of his searching eye: He had the skill, when Cunning's gaze would seek To probe his heart and watch his changing cheek, At once the observer's purpose to espy, And on himself roll back his scrutiny, Lest he to Conrad rather should betray Some secret thought, than drag that chiefs to day.
Page 8 - 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...