The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The corsair. LaraJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... 'st steel " My breast before the time when it must feel ; " But trifle now no more with my distress , " Such mirth hath less of play than bitterness . 420 " Be silent , Conrad ! -dearest ! come and 34 . Canto I. THE CORSAIR ..
... 'st steel " My breast before the time when it must feel ; " But trifle now no more with my distress , " Such mirth hath less of play than bitterness . 420 " Be silent , Conrad ! -dearest ! come and 34 . Canto I. THE CORSAIR ..
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... breast , He feels of all his former self possest ; 531 He bounds - he flies - until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff , begins the beach , There checks his speed ; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the ...
... breast , He feels of all his former self possest ; 531 He bounds - he flies - until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff , begins the beach , There checks his speed ; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the ...
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... thrown , And wrapt a breast bestowed on heaven alone ; Submissive , yet with self - possession manned , He calmly met the curious eyes that scanned ; 670 And question of his coming fain would seek , Before 50 Canto II . THE CORSAIR .
... thrown , And wrapt a breast bestowed on heaven alone ; Submissive , yet with self - possession manned , He calmly met the curious eyes that scanned ; 670 And question of his coming fain would seek , Before 50 Canto II . THE CORSAIR .
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... breast , and flashed his sabre's ray ! His close but glittering casque , and sable plume , More glittering eye , and black brow's sabler gloom , Glared on the Moslems ' eyes some Afrit sprite , Whose demon death - blow left no hope for ...
... breast , and flashed his sabre's ray ! His close but glittering casque , and sable plume , More glittering eye , and black brow's sabler gloom , Glared on the Moslems ' eyes some Afrit sprite , Whose demon death - blow left no hope for ...
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... breast he manned : 981 One thought alone he could not - dared not meet . 66 Oh , how these tidings will Medora greet ? " Then - only then - his clanking hands he raised , And strained with rage the chain on which he gazed ; But soon he ...
... breast he manned : 981 One thought alone he could not - dared not meet . 66 Oh , how these tidings will Medora greet ? " Then - only then - his clanking hands he raised , And strained with rage the chain on which he gazed ; But soon he ...
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accents apostolic palace arms aught band bark beheld beneath betray blood bosom breast breath brow calm CANTO Carthage Cephisus chain cheek chief Conrad Corsair crime dare dark death deeds deemed deep Dervise despair dread dream Duke of Gandia earth Ezzelin fair falchion fate fear feel forget galleys gaze Giaour glance grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven heroic couplet hope hour Kaled knew Lara Lara's less light limbs lone look lord LORD BYRON loud Medora mingle mirth ne'er night numbers o'er once Orleans Otho Otho's Pacha passed Perchance pride reply rest sail scarce seemed Serf Seyd shore shun silent slave slumber smile snatch soothe sought soul spare spirit stern strife sunk tale tear thee Theseus thine thou thought turned twas voice waves Whate'er wild wonted words youth
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Seite 9 - 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! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
Seite 83 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Seite 145 - A high demeanour, and a glance that took Their thoughts from others by a single look; And that sarcastic levity of tongue, The stinging of a heart the world hath stung...
Seite 181 - Melt into morn, and Light awakes the world. Man has another day to swell the past, And lead him near to little, but his last ; But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth, The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth ; Flowers in the valley, splendour in the beam, Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream. Immortal man ! behold her glories shine, And cry, exulting inly,
Seite 160 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped; But 'scaped in vain, for in...
Seite 10 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
Seite 22 - There breathe but few whose aspect might defy The full encounter of his searching eye; He had the skill, when Cunning's gaze would seek To probe his heart and watch his changing cheek At once the observer's purpose to espy, And on himself roll back his scrutiny, Lest he to Conrad rather should betray Some secret thought, than drag that chief's to day.
Seite 14 - She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Seite 30 - There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp Burns the slow flame, eternal — but unseen; Which not the darkness of despair can damp, Though vain its ray as it had never been.
Seite 11 - Let him who crawls enamoured of decay Cling to his couch, and sicken years away ; Heave his thick breath, and shake his palsied head ; Ours — the fresh turf, and not the feverish bed.