The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, 5-6±Ç |
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... wall ; but they saw him not , Or how could he ' scape from the hostile shot ? Did traitors lurk in the Christian's hold ? Were their hands grown stiff , or their hearts wax'd cold ? ¡¤ I know not , in sooth ; but from yonder wall There ...
... wall ; but they saw him not , Or how could he ' scape from the hostile shot ? Did traitors lurk in the Christian's hold ? Were their hands grown stiff , or their hearts wax'd cold ? ¡¤ I know not , in sooth ; but from yonder wall There ...
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... wall ; 520 66 Sought thee in safety through foes and all . " " Tis said the lion will turn and flee " From a maid in the pride of her purity ; " And the power on high , that can shield the good " Thus from the tyrant of the wood , 525 ...
... wall ; 520 66 Sought thee in safety through foes and all . " " Tis said the lion will turn and flee " From a maid in the pride of her purity ; " And the power on high , that can shield the good " Thus from the tyrant of the wood , 525 ...
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... life - like , and awful to sight ; As they seem , through the dimness , about to come down 579 From the shadowy wall where their images frown ; Fearfully flitting to and fro , As the gusts on THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . ¥É¥Ï¥É.
... life - like , and awful to sight ; As they seem , through the dimness , about to come down 579 From the shadowy wall where their images frown ; Fearfully flitting to and fro , As the gusts on THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . ¥É¥Ï¥É.
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... wall they have crumbled before : Forms in his phalanx each Janizar ; Alp at their head ; his right arm is bare , So ... walls . 660 665 God and the prophet - Alla Hu ! Up to 5 . THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 105 Tartar, and Spahi, and ...
... wall they have crumbled before : Forms in his phalanx each Janizar ; Alp at their head ; his right arm is bare , So ... walls . 660 665 God and the prophet - Alla Hu ! Up to 5 . THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 105 Tartar, and Spahi, and ...
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... , or tosses on high The foremost , who rush on his strength but to die : Thus against the wall they went , Thus the first were backward bent ; 685 Many a bosom , sheath'd in brass , Strew'd the 106 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
... , or tosses on high The foremost , who rush on his strength but to die : Thus against the wall they went , Thus the first were backward bent ; 685 Many a bosom , sheath'd in brass , Strew'd the 106 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
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124 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.
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. 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.
184 ÆäÀÌÁö - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are ; — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
125 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...
100 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.
99 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 mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - And then there was a little isle, Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view ; A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
176 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...
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - If it be life to wear within myself This barrenness of spirit, and to be My own soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased To justify my deeds unto myself — The last infirmity of evil.
230 ÆäÀÌÁö - They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.