Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntMacmillan, 1899 - Всего страниц: 282 |
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... dream of resisting . " - TAINE . Everything in Byron's manner , person , and conversation tended to maintain the charm which his genius had flung around him a countenance exquisitely modelled for the ex- pression of feeling and passion ...
... dream of resisting . " - TAINE . Everything in Byron's manner , person , and conversation tended to maintain the charm which his genius had flung around him a countenance exquisitely modelled for the ex- pression of feeling and passion ...
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... dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ? Or call with truth one span of earth their own , Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone ? XLIII о Oh , Albuera ! glorious field of grief ! As o'er thy plain ...
... dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ? Or call with truth one span of earth their own , Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone ? XLIII о Oh , Albuera ! glorious field of grief ! As o'er thy plain ...
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... dream ; But now his wayward bosom was unmoved , For not yet had he drunk of Lethe's stream ; And lately had he learned with truth to deem Love has no gift so grateful as his wings : How fair , how young , how soft soe'er he seem , Full ...
... dream ; But now his wayward bosom was unmoved , For not yet had he drunk of Lethe's stream ; And lately had he learned with truth to deem Love has no gift so grateful as his wings : How fair , how young , how soft soe'er he seem , Full ...
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... dream , And ne'er , at least like me , awake ! VIII Through many a clime ' tis mine to go , With many a retrospection cursed ; And all my solace is to know , Whate'er betides , I've known the worst . IX 865 What is that worst ? Nay do ...
... dream , And ne'er , at least like me , awake ! VIII Through many a clime ' tis mine to go , With many a retrospection cursed ; And all my solace is to know , Whate'er betides , I've known the worst . IX 865 What is that worst ? Nay do ...
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... dreams deny me not to see thee here ! And Morn in secret shall renew the tear Of Consciousness awaking to her woes , And Fancy hover o'er thy bloodless bier , Till my frail frame return to whence it rose , And mourned and mourner lie ...
... dreams deny me not to see thee here ! And Morn in secret shall renew the tear Of Consciousness awaking to her woes , And Fancy hover o'er thy bloodless bier , Till my frail frame return to whence it rose , And mourned and mourner lie ...
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Acarnania ancient Arqua Athens bard beauty behold beneath blood blue bosom breast breath brow Byron says Canto Charles Kingsley Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clime dark dead death deemed deep doth dream dust earth EDWARD DOWDEN England English fair fame fate feel foes gaze Giaour glorious glory glow Greece hand hath heart heaven hills hope hour hyæna immortal Italy John Morley lake land live lone look Lord mighty Milton mind mingling mortal mother mountains Napoleon Nature ne'er never Newstead Newstead Abbey night o'er once passion Petrarch Pindus poem poet poetry proud rock RODEN NOEL Rome ruin scene Shelley shore shrine sigh smile song soul Spain spirit stanza star sweet tears temple Tennyson thee thine things thou thought throne tomb Venice walls waves wild wind Wordsworth wrote youth
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Стр. 267 - Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old; The litanies of nations came, Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, — The canticles of love and woe...
Стр. vi - 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. 177 - 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, alone.
Стр. 83 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Стр. 176 - 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. 163 - He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday!
Стр. 116 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Стр. 82 - 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. 187 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Стр. 269 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.