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For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers: And such she was--her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Poured in her lap all gems in sparkling showers: In purple was she robed, and of her feast Monarchs partook, and deemed their dignity increased. One system eats another up, and this Much as old Saturn ate his progeny; For when his pious consort gave him stones In lieu of sons, of these he made no bones. Pray tell me, can you make fast, After due search, your faith to any question? Nothing more true than not to trust your senses; And yet what are your other evidences?

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For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers: And such she was--her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Poured in her lap all gems in sparkling showers: In purple was she robed, and of her feast Monarchs partook, and deemed their dignity increased.

One system eats another up, and this Much as old Saturn ate his progeny; For when his pious consort gave him stones In lieu of sons, of these he made no bones. Pray tell me, can you make fast, After due search, your faith to any question? Nothing more true than not to trust your senses; And yet what are your other evidences?

For me, I know nought; nothing I deny, Admit, reject, contemn; and what know you, Except perhaps that you were born to die? And both may after all turn out untrue. An age may come, Font of Eternity, When nothing shall be either old or new. A sleep without dreams, after a rough day Of toil, is what we covet most; and yet How clay shrinks back from more quiescent clay! The very Suicide that pays his debt At once without instalments an old way Of paying debts, which creditors regret Lets out impatiently his rushing breath, Less from disgust of life than dread of death.

And you will find, though shuddering at the mirror Of your own thoughts, in all their self-confession, The lurking bias, be it truth or error, To the unknown; a secret prepossession, To plunge with all your fears—but where? In youth I wrote because my mind was full, And now because I feel it growing dull. I ask in turn,—Why do you play at cards? Why drink? Why read? In play, there are two pleasures for your choosing— The one is winning, and the other losing.

The reason why is easy to determine: Although it seems both prominent and pleasant, There is a sameness in its gems and ermine, A dull and family likeness through all ages, Of no great promise for poetic pages. Sometimes, indeed, like soldiers off parade, They break their ranks and gladly leave the drill; But then the roll-call draws them back afraid, And they must be or seem what they were: still Doubtless it is a brilliant masquerade; But when of the first sight you have had your fill, It palls—at least it did so upon me, This paradise of pleasure and ennui.

Why do their sketches fail them as inditers Of what they deem themselves most consequential, The real portrait of the highest tribe? Poor thing of usages! But as to women, who can penetrate The real sufferings of their she condition?

Their love, their virtue, beauty, education, But form good housekeepers, to breed a nation. An in-door life is less poetical; And out-of-door hath showers, and mists, and sleet, With which I could not brew a pastoral.

George Gordon Byron.

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Background[ edit ] Byron was inspired to write the poem during his Grand Tour during and , which he undertook with his friend John Cam Hobhouse. While in Athens , he became aware of the Turkish custom of throwing a woman found guilty of adultery into the sea wrapped in a sack. Byron designed the story with three narrators giving their individual point of view about the series of events. In revenge, the giaour kills Hassan and then enters a monastery due to his remorse. The design of the story allows for contrast between Christian and Muslim perceptions of love, death and the afterlife.

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External links Background Byron was inspired to write the poem during his Grand Tour during and , which he undertook with his friend John Cam Hobhouse. While in Athens , he became aware of the Turkish custom of throwing a woman found guilty of adultery into the sea wrapped in a sack. Byron designed the story with three narrators giving their individual point of view about the series of events. In revenge, the giaour kills Hassan and then enters a monastery due to his remorse. The design of the story allows for contrast between Christian and Muslim perceptions of love, death and the afterlife.

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The theme of vampires 3. While in Athens , he became aware of the Turkish custom of throwing a woman found guilty of adultery into the sea wrapped in a sack. Byron designed the story with three narrators giving their individual point of view about the series of events. In revenge, the giaour kills him and then enters a monastery due to his remorse. The design of the story allows for contrast between Christian and Muslim perceptions of love, sex, death and the afterlife. It also reflects the gloom, remorse and lust of two illicit love affairs, one with his half-sister Augusta Leigh and the other with Lady Frances Webster. The earliest version of the poem was written between September and March , and a version of lines published in June

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