Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntH. C. Baird, 1854 - Всего страниц: 339 |
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... leave , once for all , to disclaim - Harold is the child of imagination , for the purpose I have stated . In some very trivial particu- lars , and those merely local , there might be grounds for such a notion ; but in the main points , 3 I.
... leave , once for all , to disclaim - Harold is the child of imagination , for the purpose I have stated . In some very trivial particu- lars , and those merely local , there might be grounds for such a notion ; but in the main points , 3 I.
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... leave " Childe Harold ” to live his day , such as he is ; it had been more agreeable , and certainly more easy , to have drawn an amiable character . It had been easy to varnish over his faults , to make him do more and express less ...
... leave " Childe Harold ” to live his day , such as he is ; it had been more agreeable , and certainly more easy , to have drawn an amiable character . It had been easy to varnish over his faults , to make him do more and express less ...
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... leaving England : Works , vol . vii . p . 302 ; — 2 [ “ And I must from this land be gone , Because I cannot love but one . ניי . [ " And straight he fell into a revery . ” — MS . ] 3 In these stanzas , and indeed throughout his works ...
... leaving England : Works , vol . vii . p . 302 ; — 2 [ “ And I must from this land be gone , Because I cannot love but one . ניי . [ " And straight he fell into a revery . ” — MS . ] 3 In these stanzas , and indeed throughout his works ...
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... leaves a most favourable impression of his thoughtfulness and kindliness . " I have , " he says , " sent Robert home , because the country which I am about to travel through is in a state which renders it unsafe , particularly for one ...
... leaves a most favourable impression of his thoughtfulness and kindliness . " I have , " he says , " sent Robert home , because the country which I am about to travel through is in a state which renders it unsafe , particularly for one ...
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... leave No thing that claims a tear.3 crying I don't know which . I did what I could to console him , but found him incorrigible . He sends six sighs to Sally . I shall settle him in a farm ; for he has served me faithfully , and Sally is ...
... leave No thing that claims a tear.3 crying I don't know which . I did what I could to console him , but found him incorrigible . He sends six sighs to Sally . I shall settle him in a farm ; for he has served me faithfully , and Sally is ...
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Стр. 248 - 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. 187 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Стр. 127 - To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet. But hark ! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, 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. " Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain ; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
Стр. 140 - 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. 154 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Стр. 160 - 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. 249 - 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; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless...
Стр. 157 - Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Стр. 119 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing; but not so art thou, Soul of my thought! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Стр. 208 - 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.