Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntJ. Murray, 1859 - Всего страниц: 329 |
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... seem'd : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd- To such as see thee not my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ? Ah ! may'st thou ever be ...
... seem'd : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd- To such as see thee not my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ? Ah ! may'st thou ever be ...
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... seem'd to him more lone than Eremite's sad cell . V. For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run , Nor made atonement when he did amiss , • Had sigh'd to many though he loved but one , And that loved one , alas ! could ne'er be his . Ah ...
... seem'd to him more lone than Eremite's sad cell . V. For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run , Nor made atonement when he did amiss , • Had sigh'd to many though he loved but one , And that loved one , alas ! could ne'er be his . Ah ...
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... within this town , That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things unsightly to strange ee ; 118 HON Ne personage of high or mean degree Doth 26 33 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
... within this town , That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things unsightly to strange ee ; 118 HON Ne personage of high or mean degree Doth 26 33 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
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... seem , Full from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings . LXXXIII . Yet to the beauteous form he was not blind , Though now it moved him as it moves the wise ; Not that Philosophy on ...
... seem , Full from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings . LXXXIII . Yet to the beauteous form he was not blind , Though now it moved him as it moves the wise ; Not that Philosophy on ...
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... seem , And taste of all that I forsake ; Oh ! may they still of transport dream , And ne'er , at least like me , awake ! 8 . Through many a clime ' tis mine to go , With many a retrospection curst ; And all my solace is to know , Whate ...
... seem , And taste of all that I forsake ; Oh ! may they still of transport dream , And ne'er , at least like me , awake ! 8 . Through many a clime ' tis mine to go , With many a retrospection curst ; And all my solace is to know , Whate ...
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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. 146 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Стр. 135 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Стр. 281 - 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. 231 - Where the car climbed the capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site. Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, "Here was, or is,
Стр. 137 - 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 Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Стр. 126 - 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. 81 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Стр. 280 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Стр. 270 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The god of life, and poesy, and light — The sun in human limbs array'd, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight ; The shaft hath just been shot — the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance ; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might, And majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the deity.
Стр. 136 - 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 throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...