Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt. (Harrow ed.). |
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... gaze on thee what language could they speak ? Ah ! may'st thou ever be what now thou art , Nor unbeseem the promise of thy spring , As fair in form , as warm yet pure in heart , Love's image upon earth without his wing , And guileless ...
... gaze on thee what language could they speak ? Ah ! may'st thou ever be what now thou art , Nor unbeseem the promise of thy spring , As fair in form , as warm yet pure in heart , Love's image upon earth without his wing , And guileless ...
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... gaze on thee , And safely view thy ripening beauties shine ; Happy , I ne'er shall see them in decline- Happier , that while all younger hearts shall bleed , Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign To those whose admiration shall ...
... gaze on thee , And safely view thy ripening beauties shine ; Happy , I ne'er shall see them in decline- Happier , that while all younger hearts shall bleed , Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign To those whose admiration shall ...
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... gaze the eye with joyaunce fills , Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place . Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase , And marvel men should quit their easy chair , The toilsome way , and long , long league to trace , Oh ...
... gaze the eye with joyaunce fills , Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place . Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase , And marvel men should quit their easy chair , The toilsome way , and long , long league to trace , Oh ...
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... gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on Thee ! LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been , Whose fate to distant homes confined their lot , Shall I unmoved behold the hallowed scene , Which ...
... gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on Thee ! LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been , Whose fate to distant homes confined their lot , Shall I unmoved behold the hallowed scene , Which ...
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... gaze ? A Cherub - hydra round us dost thou gape , And mould to every taste thy dear delusive shape . LXVI . When Paphos fell by Time - accursed Time ! The queen who conquers all must yield to thee— The Pleasures fled , but sought as ...
... gaze ? A Cherub - hydra round us dost thou gape , And mould to every taste thy dear delusive shape . LXVI . When Paphos fell by Time - accursed Time ! The queen who conquers all must yield to thee— The Pleasures fled , but sought as ...
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Стр. 72 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Стр. 71 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street : On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet...
Стр. 146 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Стр. 77 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Стр. 136 - 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 hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Стр. 120 - 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.
Стр. 72 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Стр. 147 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — '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. 146 - 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...
Стр. 147 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed— in breeze, or gale, or storm — Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible...