Childe Harold's pilgrimage, The giaour, The siege of Corinth [and other poems]. |
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... rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall My dog howls at the gate . ; 3 . " Come hither ...
... rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall My dog howls at the gate . ; 3 . " Come hither ...
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... rise in craggy pride ? Or fence of art , like China's vasty wall ? — Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : XXXIII . But these ...
... rise in craggy pride ? Or fence of art , like China's vasty wall ? — Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : XXXIII . But these ...
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... rise of rapine and the fall of Spain ? And doth the power that man adores ordain Their doom , nor heed the suppliant's appeal ? Is all that desperate valour acts in vain ? And counsel sage , and patriotic zeal , The veteran's skill ...
... rise of rapine and the fall of Spain ? And doth the power that man adores ordain Their doom , nor heed the suppliant's appeal ? Is all that desperate valour acts in vain ? And counsel sage , and patriotic zeal , The veteran's skill ...
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... rising on the distant coast , Calls forth a sweeter , though ignoble praise . Ah , vice ! how soft are thy voluptuous ways ... rise , for ever blazing bright . LXVII . From morn till night , from uight till CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 27.
... rising on the distant coast , Calls forth a sweeter , though ignoble praise . Ah , vice ! how soft are thy voluptuous ways ... rise , for ever blazing bright . LXVII . From morn till night , from uight till CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 27.
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... rising o'er the dark blue sea ! Soon as the matin bell proclaimeth nine , Thy saint adorers count the rosary : Much is the Virgin teased to shrive them free ( Well do I ween the only virgin there ) From crimes as numerous as her ...
... rising o'er the dark blue sea ! Soon as the matin bell proclaimeth nine , Thy saint adorers count the rosary : Much is the Virgin teased to shrive them free ( Well do I ween the only virgin there ) From crimes as numerous as her ...
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Albanian Ali Pacha Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow CANTO Childe Harold Christian Cicero dark dead death deep doom earth fair fame fate feel Ficus Ruminalis foes gaze Giaour glory gondoliers grave Greece Greek hand hath heard heart heaven hills honour hope hour Italian Italy Julius Cæsar land less light live maid mind mortal mountains ne'er never night Note o'er once Parisina pass pass'd Petrarch Pouqueville rock Romaic Roman Rome round scarce scene seem'd seen shine shore sigh smile song soul spirit Stanza steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tomb Venetians Venice voice walls wave wild wind young ἀπὸ δὲν διὰ εἶναι εἰς καὶ μὲ νὰ σᾶς τὰ τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν
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Стр. 470 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! A SPIRIT PASS'D BEFORE ME.
Стр. 469 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Стр. 119 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Стр. 102 - Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay ; The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent...
Стр. 153 - 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. 100 - As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! Arm! it is! — it is! — the cannon's opening roar!
Стр. 100 - 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 Blush'd 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. 225 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Стр. 178 - Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her ! Ye elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — can ye not Accord me such a being?
Стр. 106 - 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.