Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntG.S. Appleton, 1851 - Всего страниц: 287 |
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... lake , And when they on their father call , What answer shall she make ? ' - " Enough , enough , my yeoman good , Thy grief let none gainsay ; But I , who am of lighter mood , Will laugh to flee away . " For , who would trust the ...
... lake , And when they on their father call , What answer shall she make ? ' - " Enough , enough , my yeoman good , Thy grief let none gainsay ; But I , who am of lighter mood , Will laugh to flee away . " For , who would trust the ...
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... lake , And left the primal city of the land , And onwards did his further journey take To greet Albania's chief , whose dread command Is lawless law ; for with a bloody hand He sways a nation , turbulent and bold : Yet here and there ...
... lake , And left the primal city of the land , And onwards did his further journey take To greet Albania's chief , whose dread command Is lawless law ; for with a bloody hand He sways a nation , turbulent and bold : Yet here and there ...
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... lake . XIV . Like the Chaldean , he could watch the stars , Till he had peopled them with beings bright As their own beams ; and earth , and earth - born jars , And human frailties , were forgotten quite : Could he have kept his spirit ...
... lake . XIV . Like the Chaldean , he could watch the stars , Till he had peopled them with beings bright As their own beams ; and earth , and earth - born jars , And human frailties , were forgotten quite : Could he have kept his spirit ...
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... of its woe , And from its immortality look forth In the sun's face , like yonder Alpine snow , Imperishably pure beyond all things below . LXVIII . Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face 114 CANTO III . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... of its woe , And from its immortality look forth In the sun's face , like yonder Alpine snow , Imperishably pure beyond all things below . LXVIII . Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face 114 CANTO III . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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A Romaunt George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. LXVIII . Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face , The mirror where the stars and mountains view The stillness of their aspect in each trace Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue ...
A Romaunt George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. LXVIII . Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face , The mirror where the stars and mountains view The stillness of their aspect in each trace Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue ...
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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...