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... the Bairam feast's begun ; To - night - but who and what art thou Of foreign garb and fearful brow ? And what are these to thine or thee , That thou should'st either pause or flee ? He stood - some dread was on his face , 12 THE GIAOUR .
... the Bairam feast's begun ; To - night - but who and what art thou Of foreign garb and fearful brow ? And what are these to thine or thee , That thou should'st either pause or flee ? He stood - some dread was on his face , 12 THE GIAOUR .
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... face , Soon Hatred settled in its place : It rose not with the reddening flush Of transient Anger's hasty blush , But pale as marble o'er the tomb , Whose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom . His brow was bent , his eye was glazed ; He ...
... face , Soon Hatred settled in its place : It rose not with the reddening flush Of transient Anger's hasty blush , But pale as marble o'er the tomb , Whose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom . His brow was bent , his eye was glazed ; He ...
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... face to heaven , Fall'n Hassan lies - his unclosed eye Yet lowering on his enemy , As if the hour that seal'd his fate Surviving left his quenchless hate ; And o'er him bends that foe with brow As dark as his that bled below ...
... face to heaven , Fall'n Hassan lies - his unclosed eye Yet lowering on his enemy , As if the hour that seal'd his fate Surviving left his quenchless hate ; And o'er him bends that foe with brow As dark as his that bled below ...
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... face towards the shrine , In orisons resumed anew At solemn sound of " Alla Hu ! " ( 33 ) Yet died he by a stranger's hand , And stranger in his native land ; Yet died he as in arms he stood , And unavenged , at least in blood . But him ...
... face towards the shrine , In orisons resumed anew At solemn sound of " Alla Hu ! " ( 33 ) Yet died he by a stranger's hand , And stranger in his native land ; Yet died he as in arms he stood , And unavenged , at least in blood . But him ...
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... face , yet then " It was so mark'd with inward pain , " I could not pass it by again ; " It breathes the same dark spirit now , " As death were stamp'd upon his brow . " " " Tis twice three years at summer tide " THE GIAOUR . 31.
... face , yet then " It was so mark'd with inward pain , " I could not pass it by again ; " It breathes the same dark spirit now , " As death were stamp'd upon his brow . " " " Tis twice three years at summer tide " THE GIAOUR . 31.
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Page 8 - 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 seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Page 373 - With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils — never...
Page 8 - 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 seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd! (5) Such is the aspect of this shore; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.
Page 65 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, " Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, " Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, "Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Page 321 - I saw them, and they were the same, They were not changed like me in frame ; I saw their thousand years of snow On high — their wide long lake below, And the blue Rhone in fullest flow...
Page 65 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way...
Page 317 - 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 18 - O'er emerald meadows of Kashmeer Invites the young pursuer near, And leads him on from flower to flower A weary chase and wasted hour, Then leaves him, as it soars on high, With panting heart and tearful eye...
Page 151 - At times resign his own for others' good. But not in pity, not because he ought, But in some strange perversity of thought, That sway'd him onward with a secret pride To do what few or none would do beside ; And this same impulse would, in tempting time, Mislead his spirit equally to crime ; So much he...
Page 105 - Salamis! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.