The Works of Lord Byron, Volum 2John Murray, 1828 |
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Side 11
... Beneath the clattering iron's sound The cavern'd echoes wake around In lash for lash , and bound for bound ; The foam that streaks the courser's side Seems gather'd from the ocean - tide . Though weary waves are sunk to rest , There's ...
... Beneath the clattering iron's sound The cavern'd echoes wake around In lash for lash , and bound for bound ; The foam that streaks the courser's side Seems gather'd from the ocean - tide . Though weary waves are sunk to rest , There's ...
Side 14
... Beneath whose widely - wasting breath The very cypress droops to death- Dark tree , still sad when others ' grief is fled , The only constant mourner o'er the dead ! The steed is vanish'd from the stall ; No serf is seen in Hassan's ...
... Beneath whose widely - wasting breath The very cypress droops to death- Dark tree , still sad when others ' grief is fled , The only constant mourner o'er the dead ! The steed is vanish'd from the stall ; No serf is seen in Hassan's ...
Side 19
... undoom'd for heaven , Darkness above , despair beneath , Around it flame , within it death ! Black Hassan from the Haram flies , Nor bends on woman's form his eyes ; The unwonted chase each hour employs , Yet shares he THE GIAOUR . 19.
... undoom'd for heaven , Darkness above , despair beneath , Around it flame , within it death ! Black Hassan from the Haram flies , Nor bends on woman's form his eyes ; The unwonted chase each hour employs , Yet shares he THE GIAOUR . 19.
Side 21
... beneath the lid , Bright as the jewel of Giamschid . ( 20 ) Yea , Soul , and should our prophet say That form was nought but breathing clay , By Alla ! I would answer nay ; Though on Al - Sirat's ( 21 ) arch I stood , Which totters o'er ...
... beneath the lid , Bright as the jewel of Giamschid . ( 20 ) Yea , Soul , and should our prophet say That form was nought but breathing clay , By Alla ! I would answer nay ; Though on Al - Sirat's ( 21 ) arch I stood , Which totters o'er ...
Side 23
... Beneath , a river's wintry stream Has shrunk before the summer beam , And left a channel bleak and bare , Save shrubs that spring to perish there : Each side the midway path there lay Small broken crags THE GIAOUR . 23.
... Beneath , a river's wintry stream Has shrunk before the summer beam , And left a channel bleak and bare , Save shrubs that spring to perish there : Each side the midway path there lay Small broken crags THE GIAOUR . 23.
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The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volum 2 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Thomas Moore Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1837 |
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