Childe Harold's PilgrimageW.B. Conkey, 1900 - 157 sidor |
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... further than to show that early perversion of mind and morals leads to satiety of past pleasures and disappointment in new ones , and that even the beauties of nature and the stimulus of travel ( except ambition , the most PREFACE . 7.
... further than to show that early perversion of mind and morals leads to satiety of past pleasures and disappointment in new ones , and that even the beauties of nature and the stimulus of travel ( except ambition , the most PREFACE . 7.
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... past Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou wast , Such is the most my memory may desire ; Though more than Hope can claim , could Friendship less require ? Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . 1812 ...
... past Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou wast , Such is the most my memory may desire ; Though more than Hope can claim , could Friendship less require ? Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . 1812 ...
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... seeming sighs Of wife or paramour ? Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasures past I do not grieve , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 23.
... seeming sighs Of wife or paramour ? Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasures past I do not grieve , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 23.
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... past - he sinks upon the sand . LXXIX . Where his vast neck just mingles with the spine , Sheathed in his form the deadly weapon lies . He stops he starts - disdaining to decline : Slowly he falls , amidst triumphant cries , Without a ...
... past - he sinks upon the sand . LXXIX . Where his vast neck just mingles with the spine , Sheathed in his form the deadly weapon lies . He stops he starts - disdaining to decline : Slowly he falls , amidst triumphant cries , Without a ...
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... past , her gentle glories gone : But trust not this : too easy youth , beware ! A mortal sovereign holds her dangerous throne , And thou may'st find a new Calypso there . Sweet Florence ! could another ever share This wayward , loveless ...
... past , her gentle glories gone : But trust not this : too easy youth , beware ! A mortal sovereign holds her dangerous throne , And thou may'st find a new Calypso there . Sweet Florence ! could another ever share This wayward , loveless ...
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Sida 286 - 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.
Sida 72 - 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...
Sida 155 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Sida 179 - The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contain'd no tomb, — And glowing into day : we may resume The march of our existence: and thus I, Still on thy shores, fair Leman!
Sida 135 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Sida 136 - But hark!— that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than> before! Arm! Arm! it is— it is— the cannon's opening roar!
Sida 201 - Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need ; The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted, — they have torn me — and I bleed : I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Sida 124 - What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Sida 258 - twere its natural torches, for divine Should be the light which streams here, to illume This long-explored but still exhaustless mine Of contemplation...
Sida 286 - The torch shall be extinguish'd which hath lit My midnight lamp — and what is writ, is writ ; Would it were worthier ! but I am not now That which I have been — and my visions flit Less palpably before me — and the glow Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low.