The corsair, a tale [in verse.].John Murray, Albemarle-street., 1818 - 114 ページ |
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... tidings spread , and gathering grows the crowd : The hum of voices , and the laughter loud , 109 And woman's gentler anxious tone is heard— Friends ' - husbands ' - lovers ' names in each dear word : " Oh ! are they safe ? we ask not of ...
... tidings spread , and gathering grows the crowd : The hum of voices , and the laughter loud , 109 And woman's gentler anxious tone is heard— Friends ' - husbands ' - lovers ' names in each dear word : " Oh ! are they safe ? we ask not of ...
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... tidings he must quickly meet : " We dare not yet approach - thou know'st his mood , " When strange or uninvited steps intrude . " VII . Him Juan sought , and told of their intent- He spake not - but a sign express'd assent . These Juan ...
... tidings he must quickly meet : " We dare not yet approach - thou know'st his mood , " When strange or uninvited steps intrude . " VII . Him Juan sought , and told of their intent- He spake not - but a sign express'd assent . These Juan ...
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... tidings took ; But , this as if he guess'd , with head aside , Perchance from some emotion , doubt , or pride , He read the scroll " My tablets , Juan , hark— " Where is Gonsalvo ? " " In the anchor'd bark . " " There let him stay - to ...
... tidings took ; But , this as if he guess'd , with head aside , Perchance from some emotion , doubt , or pride , He read the scroll " My tablets , Juan , hark— " Where is Gonsalvo ? " " In the anchor'd bark . " " There let him stay - to ...
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... tidings ! -many a peril have I past , " Nor know I why this next appears the last ! " Yet so my heart forebodes , but must not fear , " Nor shall my followers find me falter here . " " Tis rash to meet , but surer death to wait " Till ...
... tidings ! -many a peril have I past , " Nor know I why this next appears the last ! " Yet so my heart forebodes , but must not fear , " Nor shall my followers find me falter here . " " Tis rash to meet , but surer death to wait " Till ...
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... tidings bore : 655 " A captive Dervise , from the pirate's nest 66 Escaped , is here - himself would tell the rest . ” He took the sign from Seyd's assenting eye , And led the holy man in silence nigh . 660 His arms were folded on his ...
... tidings bore : 655 " A captive Dervise , from the pirate's nest 66 Escaped , is here - himself would tell the rest . ” He took the sign from Seyd's assenting eye , And led the holy man in silence nigh . 660 His arms were folded on his ...
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accents ALBEMARLE STREET anchor'd Anselmo's arms band bark bear beheld Blackbourne blood blow boat bosom breast breath breeze brow CANTO Carthage Cephisus chain cheek chief Conrad CORSAIR dare dark death deeds deep Dervise despair doom dread fair fate fear feel fetter'd flash'd foes galleys gaze Genevra gentler Giaour glance greet grief guard Gulnare hand Haram hast hate hath heard heart heaven heroic couplet hope hour isle light lips lonely look Louisiana love in vain lute Medora minaret mute ne'er night Note o'er once Orleans Pacha pain pangs pass'd passion perchance poniard prow rage reach'd rest sabre's sail scarce seek seem'd Seyd Seyd's shore silent sinking slave slumber smile snatch'd soft soothe soul spare spirit stern strife sunk tears thee Theseus thine thought tidings toil turn'd Twas Twill waves wert Whate'er wild wind woman's words
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65 ページ - 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 On such an eye, his palest beam he cast, When - Athens!
33 ページ - Big, bright, and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But still her lips refused to send — " Farewell ! " For in that word, that fatal word, howe'er We promise, hope, believe, there breathes despair.
11 ページ - Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease!
11 ページ - 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.
15 ページ - How gloriously her gallant course she goes! Her white wings flying — never from her foes — She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
114 ページ - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel...
65 ページ - 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! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
19 ページ - And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart. What is that spell, that thus his lawless train Confess and envy, yet oppose in vain? What should it be, that thus their faith can bind? The power of Thought - the magic of the Mind!
112 ページ - WHEN some proud son of man returns to earth, Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth, The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, And storied urns record who rests below ; When all is done, upon the tomb is seen, Not what he was, but what he should have been : But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone...
19 ページ - That man of loneliness and mystery Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart.