Works, Том 2John Murray, 1899 |
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... Church and Court did mingle their array , And Mass and revel were alternate seen ; i . And countries more remote his hopes engage .— [ MS . erased . ] ii . Where dwelt of yore the Lusians ' crazy queen .- [ MS . ] Where dwelt of yore ...
... Church and Court did mingle their array , And Mass and revel were alternate seen ; i . And countries more remote his hopes engage .— [ MS . erased . ] ii . Where dwelt of yore the Lusians ' crazy queen .- [ MS . ] Where dwelt of yore ...
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... church . The six organs are the most beautiful I ever beheld , in point of decoration : we did not hear them , but were told that their tones were corre- spondent to their splendour . Mafra is termed the Escurial of Portugal . [ Mafra ...
... church . The six organs are the most beautiful I ever beheld , in point of decoration : we did not hear them , but were told that their tones were corre- spondent to their splendour . Mafra is termed the Escurial of Portugal . [ Mafra ...
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... Church , which many years before had attracted the attention of the Holy Office . The peasants cursed Godoy because the priests triumphed over his downfall ( Napier's History of the War in the Peninsula , i . 8 ; Southey's Peninsular ...
... Church , which many years before had attracted the attention of the Holy Office . The peasants cursed Godoy because the priests triumphed over his downfall ( Napier's History of the War in the Peninsula , i . 8 ; Southey's Peninsular ...
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... Church , that of St. Peter and St. Paul , which begins on the first Monday after Trinity , and ends on the 29th of June . ] LXXX . Loud was the lightsome tumult on the shore 152 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . [ CANTO II .
... Church , that of St. Peter and St. Paul , which begins on the first Monday after Trinity , and ends on the 29th of June . ] LXXX . Loud was the lightsome tumult on the shore 152 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . [ CANTO II .
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... church , and a mosque . In each point of view it is an object of regard : it changed its worshippers ; but still it ... church in the sixth century by Justinian , and dedicated to the Divine Wisdom . About 1460 the church was turned into ...
... church , and a mosque . In each point of view it is an object of regard : it changed its worshippers ; but still it ... church in the sixth century by Justinian , and dedicated to the Divine Wisdom . About 1460 the church was turned into ...
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Стр. 423 - Were with his heart, and that was far away : He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with his blood. Shall he expire, And unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire...
Стр. 377 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her...
Стр. 108 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Стр. 227 - 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 Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Стр. 226 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Стр. 446 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin— his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Стр. 262 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Стр. 249 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Стр. 262 - They parted— ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between;— But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Стр. 143 - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye? no!