Are rapture to the dreary void,
The leafless desert of the mind,
The waste of feelings unemployed.
The Giaour. Line 957.
Better to sink beneath the shock
Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.
The Giaour. Line 969.
The cold in clime are cold in blood,
Their love can scarce deserve the name.
The Giaour. Line 1099.