Delacroix produced this lithograph in 1827 . Attest it many a deathless age! No breath of air to break the wave. But thou, false Infidel! and I roseForgetful of our former woes;And rushing from my couch, I dart,And clasp her to my desperate heart;I clasp - what is it that I clasp?No breathing form within my grasp,No heart that beats reply to mine,Yet, Leila! Fair clime! ; Do NOT submit poems here, instead go to the Submit Poem form. The browsing camels' bells are tinkling:His mother looked from her lattice high - She saw the dews of eve besprinklingThe pasture green beneath her eye, She saw the planets faintly twinkling:''Tis twilight - sure his train is nigh. A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common in the East than formerly; either because the ladies are more circumspect than in the 'olden time', or because the Christians have better fortune, or less enterprise. By registering with PoetryNook.Com and adding a poem, you represent that you own the copyright to that poem and are granting PoetryNook.Com permission to publish the poem. This volume contains all of Byron's short and medium-length poems from the period 1808-1816, including "The Giaour" and. Read every word here. The painting was inspired by The Giaour, a lengthy poem by England’s famous Romantic poet, Lord Byron. The Giaour by Lord Byron, 1813, for John Murray edition, in English where every season smilesBenignant o'er those blesséd isles,Which, seen from far Colonna's height,Make glad the heart that hails the sight,And lend to lonliness delight.There mildly dimpling, Ocean's cheekReflects the tints of many a peakCaught by the laughing tides that laveThese Edens of the Eastern wave:And if at times a transient breezeBreak the blue crystal of the seas,Or sweep one blossom from the trees,How welcome is each gentle airThat waves and wafts the odours there!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 givenIn soft incense back to Heaven;And gratefu yields that smiling skyHer fairest hue and fragrant sigh.And many a summer flower is there,And many a shade that Love might share,And many a grotto, meant by rest,That holds the pirate for a guest;Whose bark in sheltering cove belowLurks for the pasiing peaceful prow,Till the gay mariner's guitarIs heard, and seen the Evening Star;Then stealing with the muffled oar,Far shaded by the rocky shore,Rush the night-prowlers on the prey,And turns to groan his roudelay.Strande--that where Nature loved to trace,As if for Gods, a dwelling place,And every charm and grace hath mixedWithin the Paradise she fixed,There man, enarmoured of distress,Shoul mar it into wilderness,And trample, brute-like, o'er each flowerThat tasks not one labourious hour;Nor claims the culture of his handTo blood along the fairy land,But springs as to preclude his care,And sweetly woos him--but to spare!Strange--that where all is Peace beside,There Passion riots in her pride,And Lust and Rapine wildly reignTo darken o'er the fair domain.It is as though the Fiends prevailedAgainst the Seraphs they assailed,And, fixed on heavenly thrones, should dwellThe freed inheritors of Hell;So soft the scene, so formed for joy,So curst the tyrants that destroy! Much is dramatized in the poem The Giaour, written by Lord Byron: the poem itself is adorned with descriptive detail, the characters monologue with an affluence of words, and the each scene is rich with enough imagery to commission a film. by George Gordon Lord Byron. They reach the grove of pine at last:'Bismillah! Each of these poems proved to be very popular, with "The Corsair" selling 10,000 copies in its first day of publication. Buy The Giaour and Other Poems by Lord Byron online at Alibris. The story is subtitled "A Fragment of a Turkish Tale", and is Byron's only fragmentary narrative poem. too late to save!Yet all I then could give, I gave,'Twas some relief, our foe a grave.His death sits lightly; but her fateHas made me - what thou well mayest hate. MOMENTAN AUSVERKAUFT. Such is the aspect of his shore; 'T is Greece, but living Greece no more! * Indicates required fields He stood - some dread was on his face,Soon hatred settled in its place:It rose not with the reddening flushOf transient anger's hasty blush,But pale as marble o'er the tomb,Whose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom.His brow was bent, his eye was glazed;He raised his arm, and fiercely raised,And sternly shook his hand on high,As doubting to return or fly;Impatient of his flight delayed,Here loud his raven charger neighed -Down glanced that hand and, and grasped his blade;That sound had burst his waking dream,As slumber starts at owlet's scream.The spur hath lanced his courser's sides;Away, away, for life he rides:Swift as the hurled on high jerreedSprings to the touch his startled steed;The rock is doubled, and the shoreShakes with the clattering tramp no more;The crag is won, no more is seenHis Christian crest and haughty mien. No breath of air to break the waveThat rolls below the Athenian's grave,That tomb which, gleaming o'er the cliffFirst greets the homeward-veering skiffHigh o'er the land he saved in vain;When shall such Hero live again? All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). No breath of air to break the wave. The her. 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 seekIn cities lodged too near his lord,And trembling for his secret hoard -Here may he rest where none can see,In crowds a slave, in deserts free;And with forbidden wine may stainThe bowl a Moslem must not drain. Black Hassan from the harem flies,Nor bends on woman’s form his eyes;The unwonted chase each hour employs,Yet shares he not the hunter’s joys.Not thus was Hassan wont to flyWhen Leila dwelt in his Serai.Doth Leila there no longer dwell?That tale can only Hassan tell:Strange rumours in our city sayUpon that eve she fled awayWhen Rhamazan’s last sun was set,And flashing from each minaretMillions of lamps proclaimed the feastOf Bairam through the boundless East.‘Twas then she went as to the bath,Which Hassan vainly searched in wrath;For she was flown her master’s rageIn likeness of a Georgian page,And far beyond the Moslem’s powerHad wronged him with the faithless Giaour.Somewhat of this had Hassan deemed;But still so fond, so fair she seemed,Too well he trusted to the slaveWhose treachery deserved a grave:And on that eve had gone to mosque,And thence to feast in his kiosk.Such is the tale his Nubians tell,Who did not watch their charge too well;But others say, that on that night,By pale Phingari’s trembling light,The Giaour upon his jet-black steedWas seen, but seen alone to speedWith bloody spur along the shore,Nor maid nor page behind him bore. The Giaour by Lord Byron, 1816, Moses Thomas edition, Microform in English 90-97. His features I have scanned before In mine own land: 'tis many a year, Since, dashing by the lonely shore,I saw him urge as fleet a steedAs ever served a horseman's need.But once I saw that face, yet thenIt was so marked with inward pain, I could not pass it by again;It breathes the same dark spirit now,As death were stamped upon his brow. It occupies me to turn back regards On what I 've seen or ponder'd, sad or cheery; And what I write I cast upon the stream, To swim … 4 minutes ago: books (list) - diff. No breath of air to break the wave. Byron has little interest in theology as such, but, like many contemporaries, was clearly drawn to the Orient as a site of emotional intensity. 13. Love, a Poem in Three Parts; to Which Is Added the Giaour, a Satirical Poem [addressed to Lord Byron] (English Edition) eBook: Elliott, Ebenezer: Amazon.de: Kindle-Shop (15) The first of his oriental poems, The Giaour, was composed, published, and subsequently (and repeatedly) added to between 1812 and 1813. While I work on a few things, here is a small snack to savor in the intermittent time. since but for brandsWell wielded in some hardy hands,And wounds by Galileans given -The surest pass to Turkish heavenFor him his Houris still might waitImpatient at the Prophet's gate.I loved her - love will find its wayThrough paths where wolves would fear to prey;And if it dares enough, 'twere hardIf passion met not some reward -No matter how, or where, or why,I did not vainly seek, nor sigh:Yet sometimes, with remorse, in vainI wish she had not loved again.She died - I dare not tell thee how;But look - 'tis written on my brow!There read of Cain the curse and crime,In characters unworn by time:Still, ere thou dost condemn me, pause;Not mine the act, though I the cause.Yet did he but what I had doneHad she been false to more than one.Faithless to him, he gave the blow;But true to me, I laid him low:Howe'er deserved her doom might be,Her treachery was truth to me;To me she gave her heart, that allWhich tyranny can ne'er enthral;And I, alas! The Giaour is a poem by Lord Byron first published in 1813 by John Murray and printed by Thomas Davison was the first in the series of his Oriental romances. (Addressed to Lord Byron.). pass thy dewy fingers o'erThis brow that then will burn no more;Or place them on my hopeless heart:But, shape or shade! It is also one of the earliest fictional works to touch upon the subject of vampires. ''Tis twice three years at summer tide Since first among our freres he came; And here it soothes him to abideFor some dark deed he will not name.But never at our vesper prayer,Nor e'er before confession chair Kneels he, nor recks he when ariseIncense or anthem to the skies,But broods within his cell alone,His faith and race alike unknown.The sea from Paynim land he crost,And here ascended from the coast;Yet seems he not of Othman race,But only Christian in his face:I'd judge him some stray renegade,Repentant of the change he made,Save that he shuns our holy shrine,Nor tastes the sacred bread and wine.Great largess to these walls he brought,And thus our abbot's favour bought;But were I prior, not a dayShould brook such stranger's further stay,Or pent within our penance cellShould doom him there for aye to dwell.Much in his visions mutters heOf maiden whelmed beneath the sea;Of sabres clashing, foemen flying,Wrongs avenged, and Moslem dying.On cliff he hath been known to stand,And rave as to some bloody handFresh severed from its parent limb,Invisible to all but him,Which beckons onward to his grave,And lures to leap into the wave. That rolls below the Athenian’s grave, That tomb 1 which, gleaming o’er the cliff, First greets the homeward-veering skiff. his steeds are fleet,Nor shrink they from the summer heat;Why sends not the bridegroom his promised gift?Is his heart more cold, or his barb less swift?Oh, false reproach! Where shall either victim rest?Can this with faded pinion soarFrom rose to tulip as before?Or beauty, blighted in an hour,Find joy within her broken bower?No: gayer insects fluttering byNe’er droop the wing o’er those that die,And lovelier things have mercy shownTo every failing but their own,And every woe a tear can claimExcept an erring sister’s shame.The mind that broods o’er guilty woes, Is like the scorpion girt by fire;In circle narrowing as it glows,The flames around their captive close,Till inly searched by thousand throes, And maddening in her ire,One sad and sole relief she knows,The sting she nourished for her foes,Whose venom never yet was vain,Gives but one pang, and cures all pain,So do the dark in soul expire,Or live like scorpion girt by fire;So writhes the mind remorse hath riven,Unfit for earth, undoomed for heaven,Darkness above, despair beneath,Around it flame, within it death! 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