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The giaour

The giaour

a fragment of a Turkish tale

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Published by Printed by T. Davison, for John Murray in London .
Written in English


Edition Notes

Microfiche. Chicago, Ill. : Library Resources, inc., 1978. 1 microfiche : positive ; 8 x 13 cm. (Library of English literature ; LEL 40164)

Statementby Lord Byron.
SeriesLibrary of English literature -- LEL 40164.
The Physical Object
FormatMicroform
Pagination[8], 66, [2] p.
Number of Pages66
ID Numbers
Open LibraryOL13600401M
OCLC/WorldCa16906850

The very name The giaour book Nazarene Was wormwood to his Paynim spleen. That thou should'st either pause or flee? The crescent glimmers on the hill, The mosque's high lamps are quivering still Though too remote for sound to wake In echoes of far tophaike, The flashes The giaour book each joyous peal Are seen to prove the Moslem's zeal, Tonight, set Rhamazani's sun; Tonight the Bairam feast's begun; Tonight - but who and what art thou Of foreign garb and fearful brow? My spirit shrunk not to sustain The searching throes of ceaseless pain; Nor sought the self-accorded grave Of ancient fool and modern knave: Yet death I have not feared to meet; And the field it had been sweet, Had danger wooed me on to move The slave of glory, not of love. I die - but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed. Byronn, this is still a great piece of art and quintessence of romantic literature.

Why marvel ye, if they who lose This present joy, this future hope, No more with sorrow meekly cope; In The giaour book then their fate accuse; In madness do those fearful deeds That seem to add but guilt to woe? No - reft of all, yet undismayed But for the thought of Leila slain, Give me the pleasure with the pain, So would I live and love again. My good, my guilt, my weal, my woe, My hope on high - my all below. I die - but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed. Earth holds no other like to thee, Or, if it doth, in vain for me: For worlds I dare not view the dame Resembling thee, yet not the same.

If ever evil angel bore The form of mortal, such he wore: By all my hope of sins forgiven, Such looks are not of earth nor heaven! The hour is past, the Giaour The giaour book gone; And did he fly or fall alone? He stood - some dread was on his face, The giaour book hatred settled in its place: It rose not with the reddening flush Of transient anger's hasty blush, But pale as marble o'er the tomb, Whose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom. For there the Rose, o'er crag or vale, Sultana of the Nightingale, The maid for whom his melody, His thousand songs are heard on high, Blooms blushing to her lover's tale: His queen, the garden queen, his Rose, Unbent by winds, unchilled by snows, Far from winters of the west, By every breeze and season blest, Returns the sweets by Nature given In soft incense back to Heaven; And gratefu yields that smiling sky Her fairest hue and fragrant sigh. O'er him who loves, or hates, or fears, Such moment pours the grief of years: What felt he then, at once opprest By all that most distracts the breast? But one that for thy crime must fall, The youngest, most beloved of all, Shall bless thee with a father's name - That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!


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With steel unsheathed, and carbine bent, Some o'er their courser's harness leant, Half sheltered by the steed; Some fly behind the nearest rock, And there await the coming shock, Nor tamely stand The giaour book bleed Beneath the shaft of foes The giaour book, Who dare not quit their craggy screen.

My soul's estate in secret guess: But wouldst thou pity more, say less. What Houri soothe him half so well? Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was Freedom;s home or Glory's grave!

When thou canst bid my Leila live, Then will I sue thee to forgive; Then plead my cause in that high place Where purchased masses proffer grace. I die - but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed. The giaour book him this pledge I charge thee send, Memorial of The giaour book youthful vow; I would remind him of my end: Though souls absorbed like mine allow Brief thought to distant friendship's claim, Yet dear to him my blighted name.

Instead of loving people for their sovereign nature, he merely tricks them, viewing them as obstacles, like the vampyre is simply playing a game, not even aware that the other people in the game are real.

These scenes, their story yet unknown; Arise, and make again your own; Snatch from the ashes of your Sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear, And leave his sons a hope, a fame, They too will rather die than shame: For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won.

Else may we dread the wrath divine Made manifest by awful sign. In conclusionif this book wasn't written in the 18 something yearsthis would've been bashed and banished. I wander, father! But thou, false Infidel! In vain might Liberty invoke The spirit to its bondage broke Or raise the neck that courts the yoke: No more her sorrows I bewail, Yet this will be a mournful tale, And they who listen may believe, Who heard it first had cause to grieve.

Or farther with thee bear my soul Than winds can waft or waters roll! When Ruthven dismantles the family, Aubrey is distraught.

Yet must thou end thy task, and mark Her cheek's last tinge, her eye's last spark, And the last glassy glance must view Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue; Then with unhallowed hand shalt tear The tresses of her yellow hair, Of which in life a lock when shorn Affection's fondest pledge was worn, But now is borne away by thee, Memorial of thine agony!

The curse for Hassan's sin was sent To turn a palace to a tomb: He came, he went, like the Simoom, That harbinger of fate and gloom, 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!

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The sun's last rays are on the hill, And sparkle in the fountain rill, Whose welcome waters, cool and clear, Draw blessings from the mountaineer: Here may the loitering merchant Greek Find that repose 'twere vain to seek In cities lodged too near his lord, And trembling for his secret hoard - Here The giaour book he rest where none can see, In crowds a slave, in deserts free; And with forbidden wine may stain The bowl a Moslem must not drain.

But he is dead! Is his heart more The giaour book, or his barb less swift? Say - The giaour book his bodings came to pass, And he will start to hear their truth, And wish his words had not been sooth: Tell him, unheeding as I was, Through many a busy bitter scene Of all our golden youth had been, In pain, my faltering tongue had tried To bless his memory ere I died; But Heaven in wrath would turn away, If guilt should for the guiltless pray.Note: Citations are based on reference standards.

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