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... shore ; the waves their channel make In windings bright and mazy like the snake . All was so still , so soft in earth and air , You scarce would start to meet a spirit there ; Secure that nought of evil could delight To walk in such a ...
... shore ; the waves their channel make In windings bright and mazy like the snake . All was so still , so soft in earth and air , You scarce would start to meet a spirit there ; Secure that nought of evil could delight To walk in such a ...
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... shore ; For sometimes he would hear , however nigh , That nan e repeated loud without reply , As unfamiliar , or , if roused again , Start to the sound , as but remember'd then ; Unless ' twas Lara's wonted voice that spake , For then ...
... shore ; For sometimes he would hear , however nigh , That nan e repeated loud without reply , As unfamiliar , or , if roused again , Start to the sound , as but remember'd then ; Unless ' twas Lara's wonted voice that spake , For then ...
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... shore , Then paused , and look'd , and turn'd , and seem'd to watch , And still another hurried glance would snatch , And follow with his step the stream that flow'd , As if even yet too much its surface show'd : At once he started ...
... shore , Then paused , and look'd , and turn'd , and seem'd to watch , And still another hurried glance would snatch , And follow with his step the stream that flow'd , As if even yet too much its surface show'd : At once he started ...
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... shore to shore of either main , The tent is pitch'd , the crescent shines Along the Moslem's leaguering lines ; And the dusk Spahi's bands advance Beneath each bearded pasha's glance ; And far and wide as eye can reach The turban'd ...
... shore to shore of either main , The tent is pitch'd , the crescent shines Along the Moslem's leaguering lines ; And the dusk Spahi's bands advance Beneath each bearded pasha's glance ; And far and wide as eye can reach The turban'd ...
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... shore , Against his countrymen he bore The arms they taught to bear ; and now The turban girt his shaven brow . Through many a change had Corinth pass'd With Greece to Venice ' rule at last ; And here , before her walls , with those To ...
... shore , Against his countrymen he bore The arms they taught to bear ; and now The turban girt his shaven brow . Through many a change had Corinth pass'd With Greece to Venice ' rule at last ; And here , before her walls , with those To ...
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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.