Volume 3 — THE GIAOUR: A FRAGMENT OF A TURKISH TALE.
Reading edition
“One fatal remembrance—one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes— To which Life nothing darker nor brighter can bring, For which joy hath no balm—and affliction no sting.”
Moore.
["As a beam o'er the face," etc.—Irish Melodies.]