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Quotes from The Giaour — Lord Byron

1788–1824 England

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15 quotes

For freedom's battle, once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.

The Giaour (1813)

The cold in clime are cold in blood,
Their love can scarce deserve the name.

The Giaour (1813)

I die — but first I have possessed,
And come what may, I have been blessed.

The Giaour (1813)

Better to sink beneath the shock
Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.

The Giaour (1813)

Shrine of the mighty! can it be
That this is all remains of thee?

The Giaour (1813)

His breast with wounds unnumber'd riven,
His back to earth, his face to heaven.

The Giaour (1813)

Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!

The Giaour (1813)

Who falls from all he knows of bliss,
Cares little into what abyss.

The Giaour (1813)

Such is the aspect of this shore;
'T is Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.

The Giaour (1813)

I die,—but first I have possess'd,
And come what may, I have been bless'd.

The Giaour (1813)

I have not quailed to danger's brow
When high and happy—need I now?

The Giaour (1813)

Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven;
A spark of that immortal fire
With angels shared, by Allah given
To lift from earth our low desire.

The Giaour (1813)

And lovelier things have mercy shown
To every failing but their own,
And every woe a tear can claim
Except an erring sister's shame.

The Giaour (1813)

The keenest pangs the wretched find
Are rapture to the dreary void,
The leafless desert of the mind,
The waste of feelings unemployed.

The Giaour (1813)

He who hath bent him o'er the dead
Ere the first day of death is fled,—
The first dark day of nothingness,
The last of danger and distress,
Before decay's effacing fingers
Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.

The Giaour (1813)

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