આ પાનું પ્રમાણિત થઈ ગયું છે.
- Such is the aspect of this Shore;
- 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!
- So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
- We start, for soul is wanting there.
- Here is the loveliness of death
- That parts not quite with parting breath;
- But beauty with that fearful bloom,
- That hue which haunts it to the tomb,
- Expression's last receding ray,
- A gilded halo hovering round decay,
- The farewell beam of feeling past away !
- Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth
- Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd earth !
- X X X X X
- Approach thou craven crouching slave !
- X X X X X
- These scenes, their story not unknown,
- Arise and make again your own ;
- Snatch from the ashes of your sires
- The embers of the former fires !
- Byron's Giaour.
And thou Delhi, whom I am looking down upon from the top of a minaret ! Delhi, the barbarous, the cultivated, the heroic ! What do I see ? A fortress, a mosque, a plain ! A fortress where through centuries of glorious deeds or fearful crimes, dark plots and secret tragedies, the great figures of thine
- ↑ ૧. પ્રકરણ ૧૧, ૩૨ અને ૩૪ થી આ પ્રકરણનો બોધ થશે.
