Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Том 1J. Murray, 1837 - Всего страниц: 329 |
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... hands , Might shake the saintship of an anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets brimm'd with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left , to cross the brine , [ line . 3 And ...
... hands , Might shake the saintship of an anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets brimm'd with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left , to cross the brine , [ line . 3 And ...
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... hands ; But long ere I come back again He'd tear me where he stands.2 10 . " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark ...
... hands ; But long ere I come back again He'd tear me where he stands.2 10 . " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark ...
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... hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most transgress his high command , With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul's locust host , and earth from fellest foemen purge , 1 Then would he ...
... hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most transgress his high command , With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul's locust host , and earth from fellest foemen purge , 1 Then would he ...
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... hand that waves the sword To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord . 3 XVII . But whoso entereth within this town , That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things ...
... hand that waves the sword To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord . 3 XVII . But whoso entereth within this town , That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things ...
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... hand can pencil guide , or pen , To follow half on which the eye dilates Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates , Who to the awe - struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates ? XIX . The ...
... hand can pencil guide , or pen , To follow half on which the eye dilates Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates , Who to the awe - struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates ? XIX . The ...
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Стр. 245 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Стр. 127 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Стр. 124 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Стр. 247 - twas a pleasing fear; For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane, — as I do here.
Стр. 158 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Стр. 155 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Стр. 230 - And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not— his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Стр. 115 - Is THY face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Стр. 153 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. t-XXXVI. It is the hush of night...
Стр. 208 - Alas ! the lofty city ! and alas ! The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas, for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! — but these shall be Her resurrection • all beside — decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free...