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... little less than sin . They envied even the faithless fame He earn'd beneath a Moslem name ; Since he , their mightiest chief , had been In youth a bitter Nazarene . They did not know how pride can stoop , When 16 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
... little less than sin . They envied even the faithless fame He earn'd beneath a Moslem name ; Since he , their mightiest chief , had been In youth a bitter Nazarene . They did not know how pride can stoop , When 16 THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .
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... fame that could accrue to him , Who cheer'd the band , and wav'd the sword , A traitor in a turban'd horde ; And led them to the lawless siege , Whose best success were sacrilege . Not so had those his fancy number'd , The chiefs whose ...
... fame that could accrue to him , Who cheer'd the band , and wav'd the sword , A traitor in a turban'd horde ; And led them to the lawless siege , Whose best success were sacrilege . Not so had those his fancy number'd , The chiefs whose ...
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... fame for ever . Despite of every yoke she bears , That land is glory's still and theirs ! " Tis still a watch - word to the earth : When man would do a deed of worth He points to Greece , and turns to tread , So sanction'd , on the ...
... fame for ever . Despite of every yoke she bears , That land is glory's still and theirs ! " Tis still a watch - word to the earth : When man would do a deed of worth He points to Greece , and turns to tread , So sanction'd , on the ...
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... Fame is there to say who bleeds , And Honour's eye on daring deeds ! But when all is past , it is humbling to tread O'er the weltering field of the tombless dead , And see worms of the earth , and fowls of the air , Beasts of the forest ...
... Fame is there to say who bleeds , And Honour's eye on daring deeds ! But when all is past , it is humbling to tread O'er the weltering field of the tombless dead , And see worms of the earth , and fowls of the air , Beasts of the forest ...
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... 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 ! ( 1 ) -May none ...
... 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 ! ( 1 ) -May none ...
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Page 49 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Page 23 - Fashion'd by long forgotten hands ; Two or three columns, and many a stone, Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown ! Out upon Time ! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before ! Out upon Time ! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve...
Page 55 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake unshock'd, Because I could have smiled to see The death that would have set me free.
Page 53 - Twas still some solace, in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each With some new hope or legend old, Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold.
Page 64 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Page 51 - PRISONER OF CHILLON. MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Page 61 - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, — Lone — as the corse within its shroud, Lone — as a solitary cloud, A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Page 62 - Returning where my walk begun, Avoiding only, as I trod, My brothers' graves without a sod; For if I thought with heedless tread My step profaned their lowly bed, My breath came gaspingly and thick, And my crush'd heart fell blind and sick.
Page 75 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.(l) n.
Page 58 - 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 to raise.