The Giaour. The corsair. Lara. The bride of Abydos. Siege of Corinth. Parisina. The prisoners of Chillon. Beppo. MazeppaJohn Murray, 1831 |
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accents Amaun apostolic palace arms band beauty beheld beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow call'd calpac Cavalier Servente cheek Conrad dare dark dead death deed deep doom dread dream earth Ezzelin fair faithless fate fear feel fell fix'd foes gather'd gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont hope horsetails hour Houris knew Lara Lara's light limbs lips lonely look look'd Mazeppa Moslem ne'er never night Note nought numbers o'er once Pacha pale Parisina pass'd pride rage rest rose round sabre scarce seem'd Selim she-the shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent slave smile soul stamp'd steed stern stood strife tale tears tell thee thine thou thought Timariot turban turn'd Twas Venice voice wall wave Whate'er wild words wound youth Zuleika
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Page 9 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...
Page 61 - 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!
Page 340 - Who loved me in a human shape; And the whole earth would henceforth be A wider prison unto me...
Page 340 - I saw them — and they were the same, They were not changed like me in frame; I saw their thousand years of snow On high — their wide long lake below, And the blue Rhone in fullest flow...
Page 8 - As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd ! (J) Such is the aspect of this shore; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.
Page 331 - I ought to do — and did my best; And each did well in his degree. The youngest, whom my father loved, Because our mother's brow was given To him, with eyes as blue as heaven — For him my soul was sorely moved.
Page 412 - A thousand horse, and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never...
Page 103 - Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
Page 327 - 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...
Page 339 - I could not wish for thine! Or if it were, in winged guise, A visitant from Paradise; For — Heaven forgive that thought! the while Which made me both to weep and smile; I sometimes...