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... forget ? - Not he whose heart nor time nor distance frees , Spell - bound within the clustering cyclades ! Nor seems this homage foreign to his strain , His Corsair's isle was once thine own domain . Would that with freedom it were ...
... forget ? - Not he whose heart nor time nor distance frees , Spell - bound within the clustering cyclades ! Nor seems this homage foreign to his strain , His Corsair's isle was once thine own domain . Would that with freedom it were ...
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... of pride , They view him mount once more his vessel's side ; A smile relaxing in each rugged face , 1670 Their arms can scarce forbear a rough embrace . He , half forgetting danger and defeat , Returns their 90 Canto III . THE CORSAIR .
... of pride , They view him mount once more his vessel's side ; A smile relaxing in each rugged face , 1670 Their arms can scarce forbear a rough embrace . He , half forgetting danger and defeat , Returns their 90 Canto III . THE CORSAIR .
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) He , half forgetting danger and defeat , Returns their greeting as a chief may greet , Wrings with a cordial grasp Anselmo's hand , And feels he yet can conquer and command ! XVI . These greetings o ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) He , half forgetting danger and defeat , Returns their greeting as a chief may greet , Wrings with a cordial grasp Anselmo's hand , And feels he yet can conquer and command ! XVI . These greetings o ...
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... forgets her feudal chain ; He , their unhoped , but unforgotten lord , The long self- exiled chieftain is restored : There be bright faces in the busy hall , Bowls on the board , and banners on the wall ; Far chequering o'er the ...
... forgets her feudal chain ; He , their unhoped , but unforgotten lord , The long self- exiled chieftain is restored : There be bright faces in the busy hall , Bowls on the board , and banners on the wall ; Far chequering o'er the ...
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... Their slumber ? his the oppressed o'er - laboured heart That ceased to beat , the look that made them start ? Gould he who thns had suffered , so forget , When such as saw that suffering shudder yet ? 280 Canto I. 125 LARA . Saul.
... Their slumber ? his the oppressed o'er - laboured heart That ceased to beat , the look that made them start ? Gould he who thns had suffered , so forget , When such as saw that suffering shudder yet ? 280 Canto I. 125 LARA . Saul.
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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.