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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage [Cantos 1 and 2, with Other Poems. Wanting Pp
George Gordon N Byron (6th Baron )
Недоступно для просмотра - 2015
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage [cantos 1 and 2, with Other Poems. Wanting Pp
George Gordon N. Byron
Недоступно для просмотра - 2018
Acarnania Achelous adieu Albania Albanian amongst ancient Arnaout Athenian Athens aught beautiful behold beneath bosom breast Caliriote charms Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clime Constantinople Coray dark dear deem'd Dervish doth dread dream dwell earth Edinburgh Review Epirus ev'n fair feel French gaze Giaour Greece Greeks hand hath heart Hellenic honour hope hour Hymettus Joannina land Leander live lonely Lord LORD BYRON lov'd Macedon maid mortal Moslem mountains mourn ne'er never night o'er once Pacha pang pass'd Pindus Poem Pouqueville published rijv rock Romaic ruiv scarce scene shore shrine sigh skies slave smile song sooth soul Spain Stanza sweet tear thee thine thing Thornton thou art thou hast thought Thrasybulus Thyrza translation Troad Turkish Turks vainly wave weep wild youth Zitza
Стр. 66 - Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul: Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall, The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul...
Стр. 12 - A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate. »Come hither, hither, my little page: Why dost thou weep and wail? Or dost thou dread the billows' rage, Or tremble at the gale?
Стр. 21 - Here didst thou dwell, here schemes of pleasure plan, Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous 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 on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide.
Стр. 220 - In vain my lyre would lightly breathe! The smile that sorrow fain would wear But mocks the woe that lurks beneath, Like roses o'er a sepulchre. Though gay companions o'er the bowl Dispel awhile the sense of ill: Though pleasure fires the maddening soul, The heart — the heart is lonely still!
Стр. 75 - 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. 229 - As once I wept, if I could weep My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
Стр. 103 - Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal, though no more ; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth, And long accustom'd bondage uncreate ? Not such thy sons who whilome did await. The hopeless warriors of a willing doom. In bleak Thermopylae's sepulchral strait — Oh ! who that gallant spirit shall resume, Leap from Eurota's banks, and call thee from the tomb ? LXXIV.
Стр. 201 - The whole distance, from the place whence we started to our landing on the other side, including the length we were carried by the current, was computed by those on board the frigate at upwards of four English miles, though the actual breadth is barely one. The rapidity of the current is such that no boat can row directly across...
Стр. 19 - Lo ! Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes In variegated maze of mount and glen. Ah, me ! what hand can pencil guide, or pen, To follow half on which the eye dilates Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates, Who to the awe-struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates?