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... meet- Thus join the bands , whom mutual wrong , And fate , and fury , drive along . The bickering sabres ' shivering jar ; And pealing wide or ringing near Its echoes on the throbbing ear , The deathshot hissing from afar ; The shock ...
... meet- Thus join the bands , whom mutual wrong , And fate , and fury , drive along . The bickering sabres ' shivering jar ; And pealing wide or ringing near Its echoes on the throbbing ear , The deathshot hissing from afar ; The shock ...
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... meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; True foes , once met , are join'd till death ! With sabre shiver'd to the hilt , Yet dripping with the blood he spilt ; Yet strain'd within the sever'd hand Which quivers round that faithless brand ...
... meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; True foes , once met , are join'd till death ! With sabre shiver'd to the hilt , Yet dripping with the blood he spilt ; Yet strain'd within the sever'd hand Which quivers round that faithless brand ...
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... meet , or brave despair ; And sterner hearts alone may feel The wound that time can never heal . The rugged metal of the mine Must burn before its surface shine , But plunged within the furnace - flame , It bends and melts - though ...
... meet , or brave despair ; And sterner hearts alone may feel The wound that time can never heal . The rugged metal of the mine Must burn before its surface shine , But plunged within the furnace - flame , It bends and melts - though ...
Стр. 40
... pain ; Nor sought the self - accorded grave Of ancient fool and modern knave : Yet death I have not fear'd to meet ; And in the field it had been sweet , Had danger woo'd me on to move The slave of 40 THE GIAOUR . 40.
... pain ; Nor sought the self - accorded grave Of ancient fool and modern knave : Yet death I have not fear'd to meet ; And in the field it had been sweet , Had danger woo'd me on to move The slave of 40 THE GIAOUR . 40.
Стр. 51
... meet my eye , yet mock my touch ? Ah ! were thy beauties e'er so cold , I care not ; so my arms enfold The all they ever wish'd to hold . Alas ! around a shadow prest , They shrink upon my lonely breast ; Yet still ' t is there ! In ...
... meet my eye , yet mock my touch ? Ah ! were thy beauties e'er so cold , I care not ; so my arms enfold The all they ever wish'd to hold . Alas ! around a shadow prest , They shrink upon my lonely breast ; Yet still ' t is there ! In ...
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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...