The Works of Lord Byron, Volum 2John Murray, 1828 |
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... stood Why looks he o'er the olive wood ? The crescent glimmers on the hill , The Mosque's high lamps are quivering still : Though too remote for sound to wake In echoes of the far tophaike , ( 8 ) The flashes of each joyous peal Are ...
... stood Why looks he o'er the olive wood ? The crescent glimmers on the hill , The Mosque's high lamps are quivering still : Though too remote for sound to wake In echoes of the far tophaike , ( 8 ) The flashes of each joyous peal Are ...
Side 13
... stood , Then sped as if by death pursued ; But in that instant o'er his soul Winters of Memory seem'd to roll , And gather in that drop of time A life of pain , an age of crime . VOL . II . O'er him who loves , or hates , or fears THE ...
... stood , Then sped as if by death pursued ; But in that instant o'er his soul Winters of Memory seem'd to roll , And gather in that drop of time A life of pain , an age of crime . VOL . II . O'er him who loves , or hates , or fears THE ...
Side 21
... stood , Which totters o'er the fiery flood , With Paradise within my view , And all his Houris beckoning through . Oh ! who young Leila's glance could read And keep that portion of his creed ( 22 ) Which saith that woman is but dust , A ...
... stood , Which totters o'er the fiery flood , With Paradise within my view , And all his Houris beckoning through . Oh ! who young Leila's glance could read And keep that portion of his creed ( 22 ) Which saith that woman is but dust , A ...
Side 22
... stood , And few return'd to tell the tale Of what befell in Parne's vale .. The pistols which his girdle bore Were those that once a pasha wore , Which still , though gemm'd and boss'd with gold , Even robbers tremble to behold . ' Tis ...
... stood , And few return'd to tell the tale Of what befell in Parne's vale .. The pistols which his girdle bore Were those that once a pasha wore , Which still , though gemm'd and boss'd with gold , Even robbers tremble to behold . ' Tis ...
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... " Alla Hu ! " ( 33 ) Yet died he by a stranger's hand , And stranger in his native land ; Yet died he as in arms he stood , And unavenged , at least in blood . But him the maids of Paradise Impatient to their halls D 3 THE GIAOUR . 29.
... " Alla Hu ! " ( 33 ) Yet died he by a stranger's hand , And stranger in his native land ; Yet died he as in arms he stood , And unavenged , at least in blood . But him the maids of Paradise Impatient to their halls D 3 THE GIAOUR . 29.
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