The Works of Lord Byron: Comprising the Suppressed Poems, Volumes 4-5A. and W. Galignani, 1826 - English literature |
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... 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 . Bear witness , Greece , thy living page , Attest it many a deathless age ...
... 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 . Bear witness , Greece , thy living page , Attest it many a deathless age ...
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... hope , or end . The hour is past , the Giaour is gone ; And did he fly or fall alone ? Woe to that hour he came or went ! The curse for Hassan's sin was sent , To turn a palace to a tomb : He came , he went , like the Simoom , 10 That ...
... hope , or end . The hour is past , the Giaour is gone ; And did he fly or fall alone ? Woe to that hour he came or went ! The curse for Hassan's sin was sent , To turn a palace to a tomb : He came , he went , like the Simoom , 10 That ...
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... hope of sins forgiven , Such looks are not of earth nor heaven ! » To love the softest hearts are prone , But such can ne'er be all his own ; Too timid in his woes to share , Too meek to meet , or brave despair ; And sterner hearts ...
... hope of sins forgiven , Such looks are not of earth nor heaven ! » To love the softest hearts are prone , But such can ne'er be all his own ; Too timid in his woes to share , Too meek to meet , or brave despair ; And sterner hearts ...
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... life : Now leagued with friends , now girt by foes , I loathed the languor of repose . Now nothing left to love or hate , No more with hope or pride elate , I'd rather be the thing that crawls Most noxious o'er 40 THE GIAOUR .
... life : Now leagued with friends , now girt by foes , I loathed the languor of repose . Now nothing left to love or hate , No more with hope or pride elate , I'd rather be the thing that crawls Most noxious o'er 40 THE GIAOUR .
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... hope , their doom : Though better to have died with those Than bear a life of lingering woes . My spirits shrunk not to sustain The searching throes of ceaseless pain ; Nor sought the self - accorded grave Of ancient fool and modern ...
... hope , their doom : Though better to have died with those Than bear a life of lingering woes . My spirits shrunk not to sustain The searching throes of ceaseless pain ; Nor sought the self - accorded grave Of ancient fool and modern ...
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Page 157 - 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 172 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count — I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Page 169 - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, — Lone — as the corse within its shroud, Lone — as a solitary cloud, A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Page 9 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, 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...
Page 166 - I found him not. 7 only stirred in this black spot; / only lived — / only drew The accursed breath of dungeon-dew; The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Page 166 - And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot ! A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Page 9 - 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...
Page 172 - These heavy walls to me had grown A hermitage — and all my own! And half I felt as they were come To tear me from a second home...
Page 170 - Who loved me in a human shape; And the whole earth would henceforth be A wider prison unto me : No child — no sire — no kin had I, No partner in my misery; I...
Page 163 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake unshock'd, Because I could have smiled to see The death that would have set me free.