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... shades in vain : It sounds through morning's misty light , But Oscar comes not o'er the plain . Three days , three sleepless nights , the Chief For Oscar searched each mountain cave ; Then hope is lost ; in boundless grief , His locks ...
... shades in vain : It sounds through morning's misty light , But Oscar comes not o'er the plain . Three days , three sleepless nights , the Chief For Oscar searched each mountain cave ; Then hope is lost ; in boundless grief , His locks ...
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... shade terrific grew . His waist was bound with a broad belt round , His plume of sable streamed on high ; But his breast was bare , with the red wounds there , And fixed was the glare of his glassy eye . And thrice he smiled , with his ...
... shade terrific grew . His waist was bound with a broad belt round , His plume of sable streamed on high ; But his breast was bare , with the red wounds there , And fixed was the glare of his glassy eye . And thrice he smiled , with his ...
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... Shades where Hope , Peace , and Friendship all were mine Hope , that could vary like the rainbow's hue , And gild their pinions as the moments flew ; Peace , that reflection never frowned away , By dreams of ill to cloud some future day ...
... Shades where Hope , Peace , and Friendship all were mine Hope , that could vary like the rainbow's hue , And gild their pinions as the moments flew ; Peace , that reflection never frowned away , By dreams of ill to cloud some future day ...
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... their blood the bleak field ; For the rights of a monarch their country defending , Till death their attachment to royalty sealed . Shades of heroes , farewell ! your descendant , departing On leaving Newstead Abbey,
... their blood the bleak field ; For the rights of a monarch their country defending , Till death their attachment to royalty sealed . Shades of heroes , farewell ! your descendant , departing On leaving Newstead Abbey,
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Shades of heroes , farewell ! your descendant , departing From the seat of his ancestors , bids you adieu ! Abroad , or at home , your remembrance imparting New courage , he'll think upon glory and you ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Shades of heroes , farewell ! your descendant , departing From the seat of his ancestors , bids you adieu ! Abroad , or at home , your remembrance imparting New courage , he'll think upon glory and you ...
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Page 318 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Page 214 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 319 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...
Page 192 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel „ While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Page 320 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
Page 265 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Page 332 - 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 240 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Page 320 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
Page 214 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...