Works, Том 2John Murray, 1899 |
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... waves roll high ,. I fear not wave nor wind : Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; 1 For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee - and One above . i ...
... waves roll high ,. I fear not wave nor wind : Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; 1 For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee - and One above . i ...
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... waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! " XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the land is gone , And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay . Four days are sped , but with ...
... waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! " XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the land is gone , And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay . Four days are sped , but with ...
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... waves the sword i To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord . XVII . But whoso entereth within this town , That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things unsightly to ...
... waves the sword i To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord . XVII . But whoso entereth within this town , That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things unsightly to ...
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... waves had a magic effect , and in pagan times might have appeared , without any great stretch of fancy , the cars of marine divinities , just risen from the bosom of their element . " - Italy , etc. , p . 249 . " Before the entrance ...
... waves had a magic effect , and in pagan times might have appeared , without any great stretch of fancy , the cars of marine divinities , just risen from the bosom of their element . " - Italy , etc. , p . 249 . " Before the entrance ...
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... waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know " Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . " . i . Say Muse ...
... waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know " Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . " . i . Say Muse ...
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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!