Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntG.S. Appleton, 1851 - Всего страниц: 287 |
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... not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue 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 20 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue 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 20 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... dark Sierras 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 ...
... dark Sierras 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 ...
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... dark - glancing daughters - deign to know There your wise Prophet's paradise we find , His black - eyed maids of Heaven , angelically kind . LX . Oh , thou Parnassus ! whom I now survey , Not in the phrensy of a dreamer's eye , Not in ...
... dark - glancing daughters - deign to know There your wise Prophet's paradise we find , His black - eyed maids of Heaven , angelically kind . LX . Oh , thou Parnassus ! whom I now survey , Not in the phrensy of a dreamer's eye , Not in ...
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... 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 beadsmen be ; Then to ...
... 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 beadsmen be ; Then to ...
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... sweet sight for vulgar eyes- Four steeds that spurn the rein , as swift as shy , Hurl the dark bulk along , scarce seen in dashing by . LXXX . Such the ungentle sport that oft invites The 42 CANTO 1 . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... sweet sight for vulgar eyes- Four steeds that spurn the rein , as swift as shy , Hurl the dark bulk along , scarce seen in dashing by . LXXX . Such the ungentle sport that oft invites The 42 CANTO 1 . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt : and Other Poems George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Полный просмотр - 1812 |
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Стр. 121 - 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. 120 - All heaven and earth are still— though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Стр. 119 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the 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 reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Стр. 198 - Ye Elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — Can ye not Accord me such a being? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot ? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.
Стр. 122 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe— into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Стр. 91 - Welcome to their roar! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead !' Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on : for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
Стр. 100 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, 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. 179 - Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, And fevers into false creation : — where, Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized ? In him alone. Can Nature show so fair...
Стр. 162 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Стр. 184 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain ; My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire; And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...