The works of lord Byron, Том 1 |
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... past away ! Spark of that flame , perchance of heavenly birth , Which gleams , but warms no more its cherish'd earth ! Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain - cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ...
... past away ! Spark of that flame , perchance of heavenly birth , Which gleams , but warms no more its cherish'd earth ! Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain - cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ...
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... 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 harbinger of fate and gloom ...
... 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 harbinger of fate and gloom ...
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... past ; " For yonder view the opening plain , " And there we'll prick our steeds amain : " The Chiaus spake , and as he said , A bullet whistled o'er his head ; The foremost Tartar bites the ground ! Scarce had they time to check the ...
... past ; " For yonder view the opening plain , " And there we'll prick our steeds amain : " The Chiaus spake , and as he said , A bullet whistled o'er his head ; The foremost Tartar bites the ground ! Scarce had they time to check the ...
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... past . of God ; " the commencement of all at one , and of prayer and thanks- page 25 , line 3 . very beard with ire . mmon with an angry Mussulman . whiskers at a diplomatic audience dignation than a tiger cat's , to the ; the ...
... past . of God ; " the commencement of all at one , and of prayer and thanks- page 25 , line 3 . very beard with ire . mmon with an angry Mussulman . whiskers at a diplomatic audience dignation than a tiger cat's , to the ; the ...
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... past . Bismillah- " In the name of God ; " the commencement of all the chapters of the Koran but one , and of prayer and thanks- giving . Note 27 , page 25 , line 3 . Then curl'd his very beard with ire . A phenomenon not uncommon with ...
... past . Bismillah- " In the name of God ; " the commencement of all the chapters of the Koran but one , and of prayer and thanks- giving . Note 27 , page 25 , line 3 . Then curl'd his very beard with ire . A phenomenon not uncommon with ...
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Стр. 321 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Стр. 318 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes Ran over with the glad surprise, And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery.
Стр. 321 - 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...
Стр. 307 - ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Стр. 309 - 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...
Стр. 315 - Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face. The infant love of all his race.
Стр. 93 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,' Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Стр. 315 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...