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... tears in his eyes , to confess to him by the great God , when the hour of the deliverance of the Greeks , from their dreadful slavery , should come . He begged me so seriously and movingly , that I could not help telling him a falsehood ...
... tears in his eyes , to confess to him by the great God , when the hour of the deliverance of the Greeks , from their dreadful slavery , should come . He begged me so seriously and movingly , that I could not help telling him a falsehood ...
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... tears his nest , and roams no more The realms of air for prey . Another winged hunter pass'd , And thus was heard to talk : " Eagle , aërial monarch , hail ! " " Welcome , thou lordly Hawk ! " " Eagle , what sorrow makes thee tear ...
... tears his nest , and roams no more The realms of air for prey . Another winged hunter pass'd , And thus was heard to talk : " Eagle , aërial monarch , hail ! " " Welcome , thou lordly Hawk ! " " Eagle , what sorrow makes thee tear ...
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... tears , Harmonious but forlorn . She like a partridge droops , For feathers tears her hair And dark as raven's wing ; The robes she loves to wear . She watches from her gate The billows meet the breeze , And hails each passing sail With ...
... tears , Harmonious but forlorn . She like a partridge droops , For feathers tears her hair And dark as raven's wing ; The robes she loves to wear . She watches from her gate The billows meet the breeze , And hails each passing sail With ...
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... Basil here , " To feast on many a captive's tear ; " But Suli , that tremendous name , " Where Moslem beards are brought to shame ! " Here Mosko's hood with balls is stored , " BALLADS ON SULI . 73 (4 ) The Heroine of Suli.
... Basil here , " To feast on many a captive's tear ; " But Suli , that tremendous name , " Where Moslem beards are brought to shame ! " Here Mosko's hood with balls is stored , " BALLADS ON SULI . 73 (4 ) The Heroine of Suli.
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... slaves who dared - - to weep ; Yes every coward's cheek was stain'd With many a shameful tear ; " We have not Delvinon , " they whined , " We have not Widdin here ; " We here have Suli , known too well " 78 BALLADS ON SULI .
... slaves who dared - - to weep ; Yes every coward's cheek was stain'd With many a shameful tear ; " We have not Delvinon , " they whined , " We have not Widdin here ; " We here have Suli , known too well " 78 BALLADS ON SULI .
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Acarnania Æneid Albanian Ali Pasha ancient Greece Armatòles Armatoloi arms ballad beauteous beauty bird blade Botzaris brave breast breath bridal bride brother brow call'd captain chaunted Christian Constantine corse courser Crete cried curse death Demos Diakos dost thou e'er Euboea eyes father Fauriel fear fill'd flowers foes freedom Gardiki girl glaive glorious gold Græcia's Grecian Greece Greek Guekas hand hast head heart joyous Katzantoni kiss Klephtai Klephtic Klephts lips lord lover Marco Botzaris Morea Moslem mother mountain ne'er never night o'er Pasha plain prey pride priest reader return'd rhyme roar sable sabre sailors young seized sing sire slaves sleep song soul steed stream Sublime Porte Suli Suliots Sultan sword tears thee Thessaly thine translated Turkish Turks Twas vine Wallachia watch'd wild wilt wretched youth καὶ μὲ νὰ τὰ τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοὺς
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Page 174 - Wi ae lock o his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare. "Mony a one for him makes mane, But nane sail ken where he is gane; Oer his white banes when they are bare, The wind sail blaw for evermair.
Page 7 - With a downe, There were three ravens sat on a tree, They were as blacke as they might be. With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe. The one of them said to his mate, "Where shall we our breakefast take?
Page 7 - In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain Knight ; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. ' His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another...
Page 7 - His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. "Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike out his bonny blue een; Wi...
Page xxv - were hardy to a degree scarcely credible to more effeminate nations. They had no fixed encampment; wandering in summer among the higher, in winter, over the lower mountainous regions; but they always had a spot for rendezvous and occasional sojourn, call'd Limeri, situated near the Armatolik, from which they had been driven.
Page xxvi - Pain found their courage as untameable as thirst and hunger; although every Klepht taken alive was inevitably subjected, before the relief of death, to the most dreadful and protracted tortures. There is but one record, that of Katzantoni, whose mind had been previously subdued by long sickness, of a Klepht evincing even apparent consciousness of what he suffered.
Page 52 - Armatoloi in Acarnania, fell, in the year 1806, into the hands of Ali Pasha, who threw him into a deep dungeon, where he lay for many months, chained and immersed in mud and water. By means of a long sash and a file, he one night escaped from his prison ; but the gates being closed, it was impossible for him to leave the citadel before morning ; and then he was nearly hopeless of eluding discovery.
Page xxvi - Niko-Tzaras could jump over seven horses standing abreast; and others could clear, at one leap, three waggons fill'd with thorns, to the height of eight feet. Their powers of abstinence were not less surprising; and a band of Klephts have been known to combat during three days and nights, without either eating, drinking, or sleeping: an instance of this may be found in the 29th Ballad of the first Class and Part.
Page 58 - The greedy disposition of Ali Pasha pursued these poor and harmless tribes into their mountain wilds, confiscating their numerous flocks, invading their pastures, and heavily taxing their little pastoral wealth. Katzantoni and his brothers...
Page 8 - Come down, come down, my bonny bird, And eat bread aff my hand ! Your cage shall be of wiry goud, Whar now it's but the wand.