Hebrew MelodiesJohn Murray, 1815 - 53ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... limbs , and cold : " Such are mine : and such shall be " Thine , to - morrow , when with me : " Ere the coming day is done , " Such shalt thou be , such thy son . " Fare thee well , but for a day ; " Then we mix our mouldering clay ...
... limbs , and cold : " Such are mine : and such shall be " Thine , to - morrow , when with me : " Ere the coming day is done , " Such shalt thou be , such thy son . " Fare thee well , but for a day ; " Then we mix our mouldering clay ...
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... his measured step on the stone below Clanked , as he paced it to and fro ; And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival , 410 Gorging and growling o'er carcase and limb ; They were THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 25.
... his measured step on the stone below Clanked , as he paced it to and fro ; And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival , 410 Gorging and growling o'er carcase and limb ; They were THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 25.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Gorging and growling o'er carcase and limb ; They were too busy to bark at him ! From a Tartar's skull they had stripped the flesh , As ye peel the fig when its fruit is fresh ; 414 And their white tusks ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Gorging and growling o'er carcase and limb ; They were too busy to bark at him ! From a Tartar's skull they had stripped the flesh , As ye peel the fig when its fruit is fresh ; 414 And their white tusks ...
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... limb , Few of our youth could cope with him ; And the foes , whom he singly kept at bay , Outnumbered his thin hairs of silver gray . From right to left his sabre swept : Many an Othman mother wept Sons that were unborn , when dipped ...
... limb , Few of our youth could cope with him ; And the foes , whom he singly kept at bay , Outnumbered his thin hairs of silver gray . From right to left his sabre swept : Many an Othman mother wept Sons that were unborn , when dipped ...
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... Nought of life left , save a quivering Where his limbs were slightly shivering : They turned him on his back ; his breast 840 And brow were stained with gore and dust , And through his lips the life - blood oozed , THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
... Nought of life left , save a quivering Where his limbs were slightly shivering : They turned him on his back ; his breast 840 And brow were stained with gore and dust , And through his lips the life - blood oozed , THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
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4 ÆäÀÌÁö - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
4 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.
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep, There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray ; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - TITAN ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise ; What was thy pity's recompense ? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - The dread of vanish'd shadows. Are they so ? Is not the past all shadow ! What are they ' Creations of the mind ? The mind can make Substance, and people planets of its own With beings brighter than have been, — and give A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - A thousand horse, and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never...
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - Which colour'd all his objects:— he had ceased To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony. But she in these fond feelings had no share: Her sighs were not for him; to her he was Even as a brother— but no more...