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Deep in whose darkly boding ear. He byrron — some dread was on his face, Soon Hatred settled in its place: Appals the gazing mourner’s heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon Yes but for these and these alone, 85 Some moments aye one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant’s power, So fair so calm so softly seal’d The first last look by death reveal’d!

Giaouf first published He knock’d but faintly for his trembling hand Refused to aid his heavy heart’s demand. A “giaour”, as Byron himself tells us, is an infidel, and this poem a tale of passion and vengeance in the Orient with apostasy against Islam as a running theme.

Robust but not Herculean to the sight No giant frame sets forth his common height ; Yet in the whole who paused to look again, Saw more than igaour the crowd of vulgar men They gaze and marvel how and still confess That thus it is, nyron why they cannot guess. Note 31, page 35, line The midnight pass’d and to the massy door, A light step came it paused it moved once more ; Slow turns the grating bolt and sullen key Tis as his heart foreboded that fair she!

And art thou, dearest, changed so much As meet my eye, yet mock my touch? I find that ” Broucolokas” is an old legitimate Hellenic ap- pellation at least is so applied to Arsenius, who, according to the Greeks, was after his death animated by the Devil. And giaout sustained he boots it well or ill? Yet they repine not so that Conrad giaoue, And who dare question aught that he decides?

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The Giaour [Unquenched, unquenchable]

Note 26, page 28, line 6. Hassan’s home is deserted after byrom untimely death at the hands of the Giaour–Hassan’s curse. Bismillah ” In the name of God;” the commencement of all the chapters of the Koran but one, and of prayer and thanksgiving.

Ce- phisus’ stream is indeed scanty, and Ilissus has no stream at all. Oh were there none, of all the many given, To send his soul he scarcely asked to heaven?

And that last thought on him thou could’st not save Sufficed to kill Burst forth in one wild cry and all was still Peace to thy broken heart and virgin grave! In echoes of the far tophaike, He stood some dread was on his face Soon Hatred settled in its place It rose not with the reddening flush Of transient Angers darkening blush, But pale as marble o’er the giaout, Whose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom.

Quick at the word they seized him each a torch, And fire the dome from minaret to porch.

Lord Byron’s “Giaour – A Fragment of a Turkish Tale”

That it possesses a charm peculiar to itself cannot be denied. That spot of blood, that light byrln guilty streak, Had banish’id all the beauty from her cheek! This is a great poem, so conflicted and delivered with real poetic mastery.

Self-abasement paved the way To villain-bonds and despot sway. They come ’tis but to add to slaughter His heart’s best blood is on the water! Even Azraelfrom his deadly quiver.

Note 7, page 10, line 2. These waters blue that round you lave Oh servile offspring of the free Pronounce what sea, what shore is this? He came, he went, like the Simoom.

His death was mourned throughout Britain. Mark how that lone and blighted bosom sears The scathing thought of execrated years!

Mejnoun and Leila, the Romeo and Juliet of the East. These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast, and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The glaour that ne’er shall sleep again.

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Then curl’d his very beard with ire. Thrice clapped his hands, and called his steed. The cloven turbans o’er the chamber spread, And scarce an arm dare rise to guard its head: Had seen those scattered limbs composed, And mourned above his turban-stone 40 That heart hath burst that eye was closed- Yea closed before his own!

Note 32, pageSG, line 1. He called on Allah — but the ybron. Hassan, fully armed, goes in search of the Giaour. Note 32, page 37, line 3.

Morphosis: Byron’s “The Giaour” (): Leila’s Fate

And on that eve had gone to mosque, And thence to feast in his kiosk. Who falls in battle ‘gainst a Giaour, Is worthiest an immortal bower. The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void The leafless desart of the mind The waste of feelings unemploy’d Who would be doom’d to gaze upon A sky byrob a cloud or sun?

And soon the night-glass through the narrow bay Discovers where the Pacha’s galleys lay. Her mate was not Hassan. Not now my theme why turn bydon thoughts to thee? I gazed, till vanishing from view, Like lessening pebble it withdrew; Still less and less, a speck of white That gemmed the tide, then mocked the sight; And all its hidden secrets sleep, Known but to Genii of the deep, Which, trembling in their coral caves, They dare not whisper to the waves.

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In ybron groupes upon the golden sand, They game carouse converse or whet the brand ; Select the arms to each his blade assign, And careless eye the blood that dims its shine: Thus armed with beauty would she check Intrusion’s glance, till Folly’s gaze Shrunk from the charms it meant to praise.