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Page 18
... dingy denizens are reared in dirt ; Ne personage of high or mean degree Doth
care for cleanness of surtout or shirt , Though shent with Egypt ' s plague ,
unkempt , unwashed ; unhurt . · XVIII . Poor , paltry slaves ! yet born ' CHILDE
HAROLD ...
... dingy denizens are reared in dirt ; Ne personage of high or mean degree Doth
care for cleanness of surtout or shirt , Though shent with Egypt ' s plague ,
unkempt , unwashed ; unhurt . · XVIII . Poor , paltry slaves ! yet born ' CHILDE
HAROLD ...
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Poor , paltry slaves ! yet born ' midst noblest scenes - Why , Nature , waste thy
wonders on such men ? Lo ! Cintra ' s glorions Eden intervenes In variegated
maze of mount and glen . Ah , me ! what hand can pencil guide , or pen , To
follow half ...
Poor , paltry slaves ! yet born ' midst noblest scenes - Why , Nature , waste thy
wonders on such men ? Lo ! Cintra ' s glorions Eden intervenes In variegated
maze of mount and glen . Ah , me ! what hand can pencil guide , or pen , To
follow half ...
Page 26
... on the rippling waves doth look , " That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow
; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the
difference know ' Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low , 6 XXXIV .
... on the rippling waves doth look , " That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow
; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the
difference know ' Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low , 6 XXXIV .
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Saw ye not wliom tlie reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they
sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants ' slaves ? - the fires of death , The bale - fires
flash on high : - from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to
breathe ...
Saw ye not wliom tlie reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they
sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants ' slaves ? - the fires of death , The bale - fires
flash on high : - from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to
breathe ...
Page 56
They fight for freedom who were never free ; A Kingless people for a nerveless
state , Her vassals combat when their chicftains flee , True to the veriest slaves of
Treachery : . Fond of a land which gave them nought but life , so Pride points the
...
They fight for freedom who were never free ; A Kingless people for a nerveless
state , Her vassals combat when their chicftains flee , True to the veriest slaves of
Treachery : . Fond of a land which gave them nought but life , so Pride points the
...
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Page 13 - Oh, Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land ! What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree ! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand...
Page 78 - 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, 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 ? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers...
Page 15 - The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep, The tender azure of the unruffled deep, The orange tints that gild the greenest bough, The torrents that from cliff to valley leap, The vine on high, the willow branch below, Mix'd in one mighty scene, with varied beauty glow.
Page 102 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
Page 25 - Hark ! — heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants' slaves? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury siroc, Red battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock.
Page 69 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;. This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.
Page 79 - Zitza!" from thy shady brow, Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found! Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
Page 116 - Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life ! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray.
Page 97 - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye ? No ! True, they may lay your proud despoilers low, But not for you will freedom's altars flame.
Page 95 - Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth, And long accustomed bondage uncreate?
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| Title | The works of ... lord Byron, Volumes 1-2 The works of ... lord Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Author | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Published | 1818 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Sep 2006 |
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