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11 ÆäÀÌÁö
Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, How shall ye flee away and be at
rest ! The wild-dove hath her nest, the fox his cave, Mankind their Country —
Israel but the grave ! ON JORDAN'S BANKS. t ' On Jordan's banks the Arabs' ...
Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, How shall ye flee away and be at
rest ! The wild-dove hath her nest, the fox his cave, Mankind their Country —
Israel but the grave ! ON JORDAN'S BANKS. t ' On Jordan's banks the Arabs' ...
55 ÆäÀÌÁö
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. NOTES. Note l, page 9, line 3. The
Turcoman hath left his herd. The life of the Turcomans is wandering and
patriarchal : they dwell in tents. Note 2, page 11, line 17. Coumourgi — he whose
closing scene.
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. NOTES. Note l, page 9, line 3. The
Turcoman hath left his herd. The life of the Turcomans is wandering and
patriarchal : they dwell in tents. Note 2, page 11, line 17. Coumourgi — he whose
closing scene.
80 ÆäÀÌÁö
All was confused and undefined, To her all-jarred and wandering mind ; A chaos
of wild hopes and fears : And now in laughter, now in tears, But madly still in each
extreme, She strove with that convulsive dream ; For so it seemed on her to ...
All was confused and undefined, To her all-jarred and wandering mind ; A chaos
of wild hopes and fears : And now in laughter, now in tears, But madly still in each
extreme, She strove with that convulsive dream ; For so it seemed on her to ...
14 ÆäÀÌÁö
... and out of wild and lonely flowers, And rocks, whereby they grew, a paradise,
Where I did lay me down within the shade Of waving trees, and dreamed
uncounted hours, Though I was chid for wandering ; and the wise Shook their
white aged ...
... and out of wild and lonely flowers, And rocks, whereby they grew, a paradise,
Where I did lay me down within the shade Of waving trees, and dreamed
uncounted hours, Though I was chid for wandering ; and the wise Shook their
white aged ...
15 ÆäÀÌÁö
And with my years my soul began to pant With feelings of strange tumult and soft
pain ; And the whole heart exhaled into One Want, But undefined and wandering,
till the day I found the thing I sought — and that was thee ; And then I lost my ...
And with my years my soul began to pant With feelings of strange tumult and soft
pain ; And the whole heart exhaled into One Want, But undefined and wandering,
till the day I found the thing I sought — and that was thee ; And then I lost my ...
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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...