Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 24
Стр. 11
... brow , As if the memory of some deadly feud Or disappointed passion lurk'd below : But this none knew , nor haply cared to know ; For his was not that open , artless soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend ...
... brow , As if the memory of some deadly feud Or disappointed passion lurk'd below : But this none knew , nor haply cared to know ; For his was not that open , artless soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend ...
Стр. 17
... brow : But now , as if a thing unblest by Man , Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou ! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted , portals gaping wide ; Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces ...
... brow : But now , as if a thing unblest by Man , Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou ! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted , portals gaping wide ; Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces ...
Стр. 33
... brow curst Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV . Still he beheld , nor mingled with the throng ; But view'd them not with misanthropic hate : Fain would he now have join'd the dance , the song ; But who may smile that sinks beneath his fate ...
... brow curst Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV . Still he beheld , nor mingled with the throng ; But view'd them not with misanthropic hate : Fain would he now have join'd the dance , the song ; But who may smile that sinks beneath his fate ...
Стр. 34
... brow ; Alas ! I cannot smile again : Yet Heaven avert that ever thou Shouldst weep , and haply weep in vain . 2 . And dost thou ask , what secret woe I bear , corroding joy and youth ? And wilt thou vainly seek to know A pang , ev'n ...
... brow ; Alas ! I cannot smile again : Yet Heaven avert that ever thou Shouldst weep , and haply weep in vain . 2 . And dost thou ask , what secret woe I bear , corroding joy and youth ? And wilt thou vainly seek to know A pang , ev'n ...
Стр. 54
... brow , Thou small , but favour'd spot of holy ground ! Where'er we gaze , around , above , below , What rainbow - tints , what magic charms are found ' Rock , river , forest , mountain , all abound , And bluest skies that harmonise the ...
... brow , Thou small , but favour'd spot of holy ground ! Where'er we gaze , around , above , below , What rainbow - tints , what magic charms are found ' Rock , river , forest , mountain , all abound , And bluest skies that harmonise the ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt. (Harrow ed.). George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Полный просмотр - 1831 |
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
Albanian Ali Pacha ancient Ariosto Athens beauty beheld beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Cæsar Canto Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE church Cicero Constantinople dark death deem'd deep doth dust earth Egeria fair fame feel Ficus Ruminalis foes gaze glory gondoliers Greece Greek hand hath heart heaven hills Historical Notes honour hope immortal Italian Italy lake land lightning live Lord mind mortal mountains never o'er once pass Petrarch plain poet Pouqueville rock Romaic Roman Rome ruin scene shore sigh smile song soul spot Stanza Storia Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb triumph Venetians Venice walls waves wild winds woes wolf ἀπὸ δὲν διὰ Ἐγὼ εἶναι εἰς εἰς τὴν ἐν καὶ κὴ μὲ νὰ σᾶς τὰ τὰς τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν ὡς
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 126 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! 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 ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Стр. 189 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet can not all conceal.
Стр. 107 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Стр. 190 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Стр. 127 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, oh tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest ? XCVII.
Стр. 42 - Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where, Where are thy men of might ? thy grand in soul ? Gone — glimmering through the dream of things that were...
Стр. 99 - 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. 106 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Стр. 124 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Стр. 101 - Yet must I think less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd.