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... lonely hope of Sestos ' daughter . 485 Oh ! when alone along the sky Her turret - torch was blazing high , Though rising gale , and breaking foam , 490 And shrieking sea - birds warn'd him home ; And clouds aloft and tides below , With ...
... lonely hope of Sestos ' daughter . 485 Oh ! when alone along the sky Her turret - torch was blazing high , Though rising gale , and breaking foam , 490 And shrieking sea - birds warn'd him home ; And clouds aloft and tides below , With ...
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... lonely beam , The Star hath set that shone on Helle's stream . What quench'd its ray ? -the blood that thou hast shed ! Hark ! to the hurried question of Despair 1144 Where is my child ? " an Echo answers " -Where ? ” ( 42 ) XXXVIII ...
... lonely beam , The Star hath set that shone on Helle's stream . What quench'd its ray ? -the blood that thou hast shed ! Hark ! to the hurried question of Despair 1144 Where is my child ? " an Echo answers " -Where ? ” ( 42 ) XXXVIII ...
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... lonely straggler looks along the wave ? In pensive posture leaning on the brand , Not oft a resting - staff to that red hand ? " " Tis he - ' tis Conrad - here - as wont - alone ; “ On - Juan ! on -- and make our purpose known . " The ...
... lonely straggler looks along the wave ? In pensive posture leaning on the brand , Not oft a resting - staff to that red hand ? " " Tis he - ' tis Conrad - here - as wont - alone ; “ On - Juan ! on -- and make our purpose known . " The ...
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... loneliness and mystery , Scarce seen to smile , and seldom heard to sigh ; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew , And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue ; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles ...
... loneliness and mystery , Scarce seen to smile , and seldom heard to sigh ; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew , And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue ; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles ...
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... that tender secret dwells , Lonely and lost to light for evermore , Save when to thine my heart responsive swells , 335 340 345 850 Then trembles into silence as before . 2 . " There , in its centre , a 88 CANTO I. THE CORSAIR .
... that tender secret dwells , Lonely and lost to light for evermore , Save when to thine my heart responsive swells , 335 340 345 850 Then trembles into silence as before . 2 . " There , in its centre , a 88 CANTO I. THE CORSAIR .
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Page 225 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear, And leave his sons a hope, a fame, They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won.
Page 7 - In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of ocean is deepest in dye ; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine ? 'Tis the clime of the East ; 'tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? 2 Oh ! wild as the accents of lovers...
Page 7 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Page 224 - 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 76 - How gloriously her gallant course she goes! Her white wings flying — never from her foes — She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Page 165 - 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 scene, on such a night...
Page 224 - And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now. And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...
Page 73 - 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 226 - 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...
Page 223 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...