Byron's Childe Harold, Cantos III and IV: The Prisoner of Chillon, and Other PoemsH. Holt, 1913 - Всего страниц: 232 |
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... Fate . VIII Something too much of this : - but now ' tis past , And the spell closes with its silent seal . Long - absent Harold reappears at last ; He of the breast which fain no more would feel , Wrung with the wounds which kill not ...
... Fate . VIII Something too much of this : - but now ' tis past , And the spell closes with its silent seal . Long - absent Harold reappears at last ; He of the breast which fain no more would feel , Wrung with the wounds which kill not ...
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... Fate will leave the loftiest star . XXXIX Yet well thy soul hath brook'd the turning tide With that untaught innate philosophy , Which , be it wisdom , coldness , or deep pride , Is gall and wormwood to an enemy . When the whole host of ...
... Fate will leave the loftiest star . XXXIX Yet well thy soul hath brook'd the turning tide With that untaught innate philosophy , Which , be it wisdom , coldness , or deep pride , Is gall and wormwood to an enemy . When the whole host of ...
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... fate Of men and empires , ' tis to be forgiven , That in our aspirations to be great , Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state , And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery , and create In us such love and ...
... fate Of men and empires , ' tis to be forgiven , That in our aspirations to be great , Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state , And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery , and create In us such love and ...
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... Fate Prohibits to dull life , in this our state Of mortal bondage , by these spirits supplied , First exiles , then replaces what we hate ; Watering the heart whose early flowers have died , And with a fresher growth replenishing the ...
... Fate Prohibits to dull life , in this our state Of mortal bondage , by these spirits supplied , First exiles , then replaces what we hate ; Watering the heart whose early flowers have died , And with a fresher growth replenishing the ...
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... fate Has moments like their brightest ! but the weight Of earth recoils upon us ; let it go ! We can recall such visions , and create From what has been , or might be , things which grow , Into thy statue's form , and look like gods ...
... fate Has moments like their brightest ! but the weight Of earth recoils upon us ; let it go ! We can recall such visions , and create From what has been , or might be , things which grow , Into thy statue's form , and look like gods ...
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Alps Arqua Augusta Bards battle beauty beneath blood breast breath bright brow Byron's note Cæsar Canto canto of Childe Castle of Chillon cents Childe Harold Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Clarens clouds Coliseum dark daughter dead death deep desolate dungeon dust earth Edited empires Epistle to Augusta eyes fame fate feeling Florence foes gaze Giaour glory grave Greece hath heart heaven horse human immortal lake Lake Geneva liberty lines lived Lord Byron lyric Mazeppa mind mortal mountains Napoleon nature never night o'er ocean passage passion Petrarch poem poet poetry Prisoner of Chillon Rhine rime rock Roman Rome ruin Samian wine scene seem'd Shelley shore Siege of Corinth smile soul spirit stanzas stars story sweet Tasso tears thee thine things thou thought throne tomb tree twas tyrant Venice walls Waterloo waves wild wind woes Wordsworth youth
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Стр. 8 - 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. 8 - 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, — But hark!
Стр. 19 - The castled crag of Drachenfels("> Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me ! 2.
Стр. 179 - 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. 162 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea. And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free, For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Стр. 149 - 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...
Стр. 36 - The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contain'd no tomb, — And glowing into day: we may resume The march of our existence: and thus I, Still on thy shores, fair Leman!
Стр. 109 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Стр. 1 - 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.
Стр. 165 - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!