Mazeppa: A Poem

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Byron's romantic narrative poem about Mazeppa, the hero of the story, who is strapped naked to a horse in punishment for his affair with a married countess. This volume also contains a fragment of a novel that is widely considered to be one of the first vampire stories in English literature.
 

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Sayfa 37 - With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never...
Sayfa 24 - When lanch'd, as on the lightning's flash, They bade me to destruction dash, That one day I should come again, With twice five thousand horse, to thank The count for his uncourteous ride. They...
Sayfa 38 - His first and last career is done ! On came the troop — they saw him stoop, They saw me strangely bound along His back with many a bloody thong. They stop — they start — they snuff the air, Gallop a moment here and there, Approach, retire, wheel round and round...
Sayfa 25 - Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind. All human dwellings left behind ; We sped like meteors through the sky...
Sayfa 31 - O'ertortured by that ghastly ride, I felt the blackness come and go, And strove to wake; but could not make My senses climb up from below: I felt as on a plank at sea, When all the waves that dash o'er thee, At the same time upheave and whelm, And hurl thee towards a desert realm.
Sayfa 55 - Bequeathed — a heritage of heart and hand, And proud distinction from each other land, Whose sons must bow them at a monarch's motion, As if his senseless sceptre were a wand...
Sayfa 28 - By night I heard them on the track, Their troop came hard upon our back, With their long gallop, which can tire The hound's deep hate, and hunter's fire : Where'er we flew they...
Sayfa 22 - Twas but a day he had been caught ; And snorting, with erected mane, And struggling fiercely, but in vain, In the full foam of wrath and dread To me...
Sayfa 28 - We rustled through the leaves like wind, Left shrubs, and trees, and wolves behind ; By night I heard them on the track, Their troop came hard upon our back, With their long gallop, which can tiro The hound's deep hate, and hunter's fire...
Sayfa 30 - And throbb'd awhile, then beat no more : " The skies spun like a mighty wheel ; " I saw the trees like drunkards reel, " And a slight flash sprang o'er my eyes, " Which saw no farther : he who dies " Can die no more than then I died.

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