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... its shine : 50 Repair the boat , replace the helm or oar , While others straggling muse along the shore ; For the wild bird the busy springes set , 60 Or spread beneath the sun the dripping net ; Canto I. 15 THE CORSAIR .
... its shine : 50 Repair the boat , replace the helm or oar , While others straggling muse along the shore ; For the wild bird the busy springes set , 60 Or spread beneath the sun the dripping net ; Canto I. 15 THE CORSAIR .
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) 60 Or spread beneath the sun the dripping net ; Gaze where some distant sail a speck supplies , With all the thirsting eye of Enterprize ; Tell o'er the tales of many a night of toil , And marvel ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) 60 Or spread beneath the sun the dripping net ; Gaze where some distant sail a speck supplies , With all the thirsting eye of Enterprize ; Tell o'er the tales of many a night of toil , And marvel ...
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... will ; Wields with their hands , but , still to these unknown , Makes even their mightiest deeds appear his own . Such hath it been - shall be beneath the sun - The many still must labour for the one ! " Canto I. 21 THE CORSAIR .
... will ; Wields with their hands , but , still to these unknown , Makes even their mightiest deeds appear his own . Such hath it been - shall be beneath the sun - The many still must labour for the one ! " Canto I. 21 THE CORSAIR .
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... beneath her hidden face . He dared not raise to his that deep - blue eye , 470 Which downcast drooped in tearless agony . Her long fair hair lay floating o'er his arms , In all the wildness of dishevelled charms ; Scarce beat that bosom ...
... beneath her hidden face . He dared not raise to his that deep - blue eye , 470 Which downcast drooped in tearless agony . Her long fair hair lay floating o'er his arms , In all the wildness of dishevelled charms ; Scarce beat that bosom ...
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... beneath , Than there his wonted statelier step renew ; Nor rush , disturbed by haste , to vulgar view : 540 For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd , By arts that veil , and oft preserve the proud ; " His was the lofty port , the ...
... beneath , Than there his wonted statelier step renew ; Nor rush , disturbed by haste , to vulgar view : 540 For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd , By arts that veil , and oft preserve the proud ; " His was the lofty port , the ...
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accents apostolic palace arms aught beacon height beam beheld beneath blood bosom breast breath brow CANTO Cast crowns Cephisus chain cheek Conrad Conrad's fate Corsair crime Curious fool dare dark dead death deeds deemed deep Dervise doom dread dream Duke of Gandia earth Ezzelin fair falchion fate fear feel forget gazed Giaour glance grief Gulnare hand Haram hast hate hath head heard heart heaven hope hour isle Kaled knew Lara Lara's light lonely look LORD BYRON Majorian Medora mirth morn mourned ne'er night numbers o'er once Otho Otho's Pacha passed paused perchance pride rest sail scarce seemed Serf Seyd shore shun sigh silent slave sleep slumber smile snatch soothe soul spare spirit stern strife sunk sway tale tears thee thine thou art thought trembled twas twere twill voice waves Whate'er wild words
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105 ÆäÀÌÁö - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
13 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... host of the Lord, Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath ! Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet ! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet. Farewell to others, but never we part, Heir to my royalty, son of my heart ! Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway, Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day ! SAUL. THOU whose spell can raise the...
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - Well! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly as it was wont to do. Thy husband's blest— and 'twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot: But let them pass— Oh! how my heart Would hate him, if he loved thee not! When late I saw thy favourite child I thought my jealous heart would break; But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.
105 ÆäÀÌÁö - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - That man of loneliness and mystery, Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart.
140 ÆäÀÌÁö - For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still?
94 ÆäÀÌÁö - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.