The poetical works of lord Byron, 11 psl.,3 tomas |
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... Gulnare to his cell , up to her final dismissal , is one glorious flow of passionate verse . Lord Byron has informed us that the tale was written con amore and much from existence . " A few days later , and he makes in his journal this ...
... Gulnare to his cell , up to her final dismissal , is one glorious flow of passionate verse . Lord Byron has informed us that the tale was written con amore and much from existence . " A few days later , and he makes in his journal this ...
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... Gulnare , Few words to re - assure the trembling fair ; For in that pause compassion snatch'd from war , The foe before retiring , fast and far , With wonder saw their footsteps unpursued , First slowlier fled - then rallied - then ...
... Gulnare , Few words to re - assure the trembling fair ; For in that pause compassion snatch'd from war , The foe before retiring , fast and far , With wonder saw their footsteps unpursued , First slowlier fled - then rallied - then ...
126 psl.
... Gulnare and all her Haram handmaids freed , Safe in the dome of one who held their creed , By Conrad's mandate safely were bestow'd , And dried those tears for life and fame that flow'd : And when that dark - eyed lady , young Gulnare ...
... Gulnare and all her Haram handmaids freed , Safe in the dome of one who held their creed , By Conrad's mandate safely were bestow'd , And dried those tears for life and fame that flow'd : And when that dark - eyed lady , young Gulnare ...
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... Gulnare ! She could not sleep — and while the Pacha's rest In muttering dreams yet saw his pirate - guest , She left his side - his signet - ring she bore , Which oft in sport adorn'd her hand before- And with it , scarcely question'd ...
... Gulnare ! She could not sleep — and while the Pacha's rest In muttering dreams yet saw his pirate - guest , She left his side - his signet - ring she bore , Which oft in sport adorn'd her hand before- And with it , scarcely question'd ...
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... Gulnare ! Mine eye ne'er ask'd if others were as fair . " " Thou lov'st another then ? -but what to me Is this ' tis nothing - nothing e'er can be : But yet - thou lov'st - and - Oh ! I envy those Whose hearts on hearts as faithful can ...
... Gulnare ! Mine eye ne'er ask'd if others were as fair . " " Thou lov'st another then ? -but what to me Is this ' tis nothing - nothing e'er can be : But yet - thou lov'st - and - Oh ! I envy those Whose hearts on hearts as faithful can ...
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Amaun arms band beauty beneath Beppo blood bosom breast breath bride Bride of Abydos brow cheek Christian Conrad Corsair courser dare dark dead death deed deep despair doom dread dream earth fate fear feel fell fix'd foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven hope hour Houris isle knew Koran Lara Lara's light limbs lips living lonely look look'd Lord Byron Mazeppa Mussulman ne'er never night nought numbers o'er once Pacha pale Parisina pass'd perchance poem rage rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim shore Siege of Corinth sigh silent slave smile soothe soul sound spirit stamp'd steed stern strife tale tears tell thee thine thou thought Timariot Turkish turn'd Twas voice wave Whate'er wild wind words wound youth Zuleika
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