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... to the grave , Slaves - nay , the bondsmen of a slave , ( And callous , save to crime ; Stain'd with each evil that pollutes Mankind , where least above the brutes ; ( 6 ) Without even savage virtue blest , Without one free or THE GIAOUR .
... to the grave , Slaves - nay , the bondsmen of a slave , ( And callous , save to crime ; Stain'd with each evil that pollutes Mankind , where least above the brutes ; ( 6 ) Without even savage virtue blest , Without one free or THE GIAOUR .
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... crime . O'er him who loves , or hates , or fears , Such moment pours the grief of years : What felt he then , at once opprest By all that most distracts the breast ? That pause , which ponder'd o'er his fate , Oh , who its dreary length ...
... crime . O'er him who loves , or hates , or fears , Such moment pours the grief of years : What felt he then , at once opprest By all that most distracts the breast ? That pause , which ponder'd o'er his fate , Oh , who its dreary length ...
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... crime must fall , The youngest , most beloved of all , Shall bless thee with a father's name- That word shall wrap thy heart in flame ! Yet must thou end thy task , and mark Her cheek's last tinge , her eye's last spark , And the last ...
... crime must fall , The youngest , most beloved of all , Shall bless thee with a father's name- That word shall wrap thy heart in flame ! Yet must thou end thy task , and mark Her cheek's last tinge , her eye's last spark , And the last ...
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... crimes through which it waded : The common crowd but see the gloom Of wayward deeds , and fitting doom ; The close observer can espy A noble soul , and lineage high : Alas ! though both bestow'd in vain , Which Grief could change , and ...
... crimes through which it waded : The common crowd but see the gloom Of wayward deeds , and fitting doom ; The close observer can espy A noble soul , and lineage high : Alas ! though both bestow'd in vain , Which Grief could change , and ...
Стр. 39
... crime or care , Save transient ills that all must bear , Has been thy lot from youth to age ; And thou wilt bless thee from the rage Of passions fierce and uncontroll'd , Such as thy penitents. Better to sink beneath the shock Than ...
... crime or care , Save transient ills that all must bear , Has been thy lot from youth to age ; And thou wilt bless thee from the rage Of passions fierce and uncontroll'd , Such as thy penitents. Better to sink beneath the shock Than ...
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Стр. 276 - Less wretched now, and one day free ; He, too, who yet had held untired A spirit natural or inspired — He, too, was struck, and day by day Was withered on the stalk away. Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Стр. 283 - 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. 277 - Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Стр. 13 - Twas but a moment that he stood, Then sped as if by death pursued : But in that instant o'er his soul Winters of Memory seem'd to roll, And gather in that drop of time A life of pain, an age of crime.
Стр. 67 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime ? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Стр. 275 - His corse in dust whereon the day Might shine — it was a foolish thought, But then within my brain it wrought, That even in death his freeborn breast In such a dungeon could not rest. I might have spared my idle prayer — They coldly laugh'd, and laid him there: The flat and turfless earth above The being we so much did love; His empty chain above it leant...
Стр. 31 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent ; Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race, There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; • Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse ; Thy victims ere they yet expire , Shall know the dsemon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are wither'd on the stem.
Стр. 281 - With links unfasten'd did remain, And it was liberty to Stride Along my cell from side to side, And up and down, and then athwart, And tread it over every part; And round the pillars one by one, Returning where my walk begun, Avoiding only, as I trod, My brothers...
Стр. 143 - There breathe but few whose aspect might defy The full encounter of his searching eye: He had the skill, when Cunning's gaze would seek To probe his heart and watch his changing cheek, At once the observer's purpose to espy, And on himself roll back his scrutiny, Lest he to Conrad rather should betray Some secret thought, than drag that chiefs to day.
Стр. 8 - 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...