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... Count Lara's ear to know , " To - morrow , here , or elsewhere , as may best " Beseem your mutual judgment , speak the rest ; " I pledge myself for thee , as not unknown , Though like Count Lara now return'd alone “ From other lands ...
... Count Lara's ear to know , " To - morrow , here , or elsewhere , as may best " Beseem your mutual judgment , speak the rest ; " I pledge myself for thee , as not unknown , Though like Count Lara now return'd alone “ From other lands ...
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... when dipp'd His weapon first in Moslem gore , Ere his years could count a score . Of all he might have been the sire Who fell that day beneath his ire : For , sonless left long years ago , His wrath 100 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
... when dipp'd His weapon first in Moslem gore , Ere his years could count a score . Of all he might have been the sire Who fell that day beneath his ire : For , sonless left long years ago , His wrath 100 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
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... count them o'er , I lost their long and heavy score When my last brother droop'd and died , And I lay living by his side . III . They chain'd us each to a column stone , And we were three - yet , each alone : We could not move a single ...
... count them o'er , I lost their long and heavy score When my last brother droop'd and died , And I lay living by his side . III . They chain'd us each to a column stone , And we were three - yet , each alone : We could not move a single ...
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... count - I took no note , I had no hope my eyes to raise , And clear them of their dreary mote ; At last men came to set me free , I ask'd not why , and reck'd not where , It was at length the same to me , Fetter'd or fetterless to be ...
... count - I took no note , I had no hope my eyes to raise , And clear them of their dreary mote ; At last men came to set me free , I ask'd not why , and reck'd not where , It was at length the same to me , Fetter'd or fetterless to be ...
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... count of wealth , they said , as well as quality , And in his pleasures of great liberality . XXXI . And then he was a count , and then he knew Music , and dancing , fiddling , French and Tuscan ; The last not easy , be it known to you ...
... count of wealth , they said , as well as quality , And in his pleasures of great liberality . XXXI . And then he was a count , and then he knew Music , and dancing , fiddling , French and Tuscan ; The last not easy , be it known to you ...
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Page 161 - To him, with eyes as blue as heaven— For him my soul was sorely moved ; And truly might it be...
Page 157 - 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 123 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, ' Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Page 171 - 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 165 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind...
Page 155 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar; for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! — May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 231 - ... ayant été découverte, le mari le fit lier tout nu sur un cheval farouche, et le laissa aller en cet état. Le cheval, qui était du pays de l'Ukraine, y retourna, et y porta Mazeppa demi-mort de fatigue et de faim. Quelques paysans le secoururent : il resta longtemps parmi eux, et se signala dans plusieurs courses contre les Tartares.
Page 166 - In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less...
Page 16 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped ; But 'scaped in vain, for in their memory yet His mind would half exult and half regret...
Page 201 - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.