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... deep ; He winds around ; he hurries by ; The rock relieves him from mine eye ; 4 [ The reciter of the tale is a Turkish fisherman , who has been employed during the day in the gulf of Ægina , and in the evening , apprehensive of the ...
... deep ; He winds around ; he hurries by ; The rock relieves him from mine eye ; 4 [ The reciter of the tale is a Turkish fisherman , who has been employed during the day in the gulf of Ægina , and in the evening , apprehensive of the ...
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... deep . Rest from your task - so - bravely done , Our course has been right swiftly run ; Yet ' tis the longest voyage , I trow , That one of- * * * * * * * * " " Sullen it plunged , and slowly sank , The calm wave rippled to the bank ...
... deep . Rest from your task - so - bravely done , Our course has been right swiftly run ; Yet ' tis the longest voyage , I trow , That one of- * * * * * * * * " " Sullen it plunged , and slowly sank , The calm wave rippled to the bank ...
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... Deep in whose darkly boding ear3 The deathshot peal'd of murder near As filed the troop to where they fell ! " " 5 This superstition of a second - hearing ( for I never met with downright second - sight in the East ) fell once under my ...
... Deep in whose darkly boding ear3 The deathshot peal'd of murder near As filed the troop to where they fell ! " " 5 This superstition of a second - hearing ( for I never met with downright second - sight in the East ) fell once under my ...
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... Deep thought was in his aged eye ; And though the face of Mussulman Not oft betrays to standers by The mind within , well skill'd to hide All but unconquerable pride , His pensive cheek and pondering brow Did more than he was wont avow ...
... Deep thought was in his aged eye ; And though the face of Mussulman Not oft betrays to standers by The mind within , well skill'd to hide All but unconquerable pride , His pensive cheek and pondering brow Did more than he was wont avow ...
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... deep , With none to listen and reply To thoughts with which my heart beat high Were irksome - for whate'er my mood , In sooth I love not solitude ; I on Zuleika's slumber broke , And , as thou knowest that for me Soon turns the Haram's ...
... deep , With none to listen and reply To thoughts with which my heart beat high Were irksome - for whate'er my mood , In sooth I love not solitude ; I on Zuleika's slumber broke , And , as thou knowest that for me Soon turns the Haram's ...
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Page 271 - 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 10 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold obstruction's apathy...
Page 101 - 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.
Page 267 - ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — 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 136 - 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 136 - O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows. On old /Egina's rock, and Idra's isle, The god of gladness sheds his parting smile; O'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, Though there his altars are no more divine.
Page 5 - Knolles,'* he said at Missolonghi, a few weeks before his death, " was one of the first books that gave me pleasure when a child ; and I believe it had much influence on my future wishes to visit the Levant, and gave, perhaps, the oriental colouring which is observed in my poetry.
Page 84 - Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life ! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray...
Page 339 - No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance ! I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride ; But where are they the reins to guide ? A thousand horse, and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretch...
Page 331 - T was but a day he had been caught ; And snorting, with erected mane, And struggling fiercely, but in vain, In the full foam of wrath and dread To me the desert-born was led : They bound me on, that menial throng, Upon his back with many a thong ; Then loosed him with a sudden lash — Away ! — away ! — and on we dash ! Torrents less rapid and less rash.