The Siege of Corinth: A Poem ; Parisina : a PoemJohn Murray, 1816 - 89 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 17
... deep silence was unbroke , 210 215 Save where the watch his signal spoke , Save where the steed neighed oft and shrill , And echo answered from the hill , And the wide hum of that wild host Rustled like leaves from coast to coast , 220 ...
... deep silence was unbroke , 210 215 Save where the watch his signal spoke , Save where the steed neighed oft and shrill , And echo answered from the hill , And the wide hum of that wild host Rustled like leaves from coast to coast , 220 ...
الصفحة 27
... Deep in the tide of their warm blood lying , 435 Scorched with the death - thirst , and writhing in vain , Than the perishing dead who are past all pain . There is something of pride in the perilous hour , 440 Whate'er be the shape in ...
... Deep in the tide of their warm blood lying , 435 Scorched with the death - thirst , and writhing in vain , Than the perishing dead who are past all pain . There is something of pride in the perilous hour , 440 Whate'er be the shape in ...
الصفحة 35
... deep interminable pride . This first false passion of his breast Rolled like a torrent o'er the rest . He sue for mercy ! He dismayed 610 By wild words of a timid maid ! He , wronged by Venice , vow to save Her sons , devoted to the ...
... deep interminable pride . This first false passion of his breast Rolled like a torrent o'er the rest . He sue for mercy ! He dismayed 610 By wild words of a timid maid ! He , wronged by Venice , vow to save Her sons , devoted to the ...
الصفحة 40
... deep hills through and through With an echo dread and new : You might have heard it , on that day , O'er Salamis and Megara ; ( We have heard the hearers say , ) Even unto Piræus bay . XXV . From the point of encountering blades to the ...
... deep hills through and through With an echo dread and new : You might have heard it , on that day , O'er Salamis and Megara ; ( We have heard the hearers say , ) Even unto Piræus bay . XXV . From the point of encountering blades to the ...
الصفحة 46
... deep veins lately loosed ; But in his pulse there was no throb , Nor on his lips one dying sob ; 845 Sigh , nor word , nor struggling breath Heralded his way to death : Ere his very thought could pray , Unanealed he passed away ...
... deep veins lately loosed ; But in his pulse there was no throb , Nor on his lips one dying sob ; 845 Sigh , nor word , nor struggling breath Heralded his way to death : Ere his very thought could pray , Unanealed he passed away ...
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avenged Azo's band beneath blood blow bosom breast breath bride brow Christian cloud Coleridge dared dead death deed deemed deep doom dust earth Este's faithless father's fearful feel fell felt foremost gazed glance Greece hair hand hath haught head headman's heard heart heaven hour Hugo infidel isthmus jackal Kneeling line 14 lips look maid massy melt Minotti moon Morea Moslem Mussulman ne'er never night Note numbered o'er Pacha Parisina passed past phalanx plain poem pride renegade Rolled rose ruin sabre Salamis sate scalp shines shiver shone shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent sire slain sleep smiled soul sound spake spoil steed stern stone stood sword Tartar tear thee thine thou thought thousand throb thunder turban Turcoman vein Venice Vizier voice wall waves wild words wound
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الصفحة 28 - Out upon Time ! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before ! Out upon Time ! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve...
الصفحة 26 - As it slipp'd through their jaws, when their edge grew dull ; As they lazily mumbled the bones of the dead, When they scarce could rise from the spot where they fed, So well had they broken a lingering fast With those who had fallen for that night's repast.
الصفحة 27 - But when all is past, it is humbling to tread O'er the weltering field of the tombless dead, And see worms of the earth, and fowls of the air, Beasts of the forest, all gathering there ; All regarding man as their prey, All rejoicing in his decay.
الصفحة 63 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
الصفحة 16 - Tis midnight : on the mountains brown The cold, round moon shines deeply down ; Blue roll the waters, blue the sky Spreads like an ocean hung on high, Bespangled with those isles of light, So wildly, spiritually bright ; Who ever gazed upon them shining And turned to earth without repining, Nor wished for wings to flee away, And mix with their eternal ray...
الصفحة 17 - And echo answered from th'e hill, And the wide hum of that wild host Rustled like leaves from coast to coast, As rose the Muezzin's voice in air, In midnight call to wonted prayer.
الصفحة 25 - And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival, Gorging and growling o'er carcass and limb...
الصفحة 23 - They fell devoted, but undying , The very gale their names seemed sighing : The waters murmured of their name ; The woods were peopled with their fame ; The silent pillar , lone and gray, Claimed kindred with their sacred clay ; Their spirits wrapt the dusky mountain , Their memory sparkled o'er the fountain; The meanest rill, the mightiest river , Rolled mingling with their fame for ever.
الصفحة 24 - Tis still a watch-word to the earth : When man would do a deed of worth He points to Greece , and turns to tread, So sanctioned , on the tyrant's head : He looks to her, and rushes on Where life is lost, or freedom won.
الصفحة 7 - Many a vanish'd year and age, And tempest's breath, and battle's rage, Have swept o'er Corinth ; yet she stands, A fortress form'd to Freedom's hands. ' The whirlwind's wrath, the earthquake's shock, Have left untouch'd her hoary rock, The keystone of a land, which still, Though fall'n, looks proudly on that hill, The landmark to the double tide That purpling rolls on either side, As if their waters chafed to meet. Yet...