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... winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon were lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam Repented he , but in his bosom slept The silent ...
... winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon were lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam Repented he , but in his bosom slept The silent ...
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... winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , 6 5 My father ...
... winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , 6 5 My father ...
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... winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay . Four days are sped , but with the fifth , anon , New shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way , And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled ...
... winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay . Four days are sped , but with the fifth , anon , New shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way , And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled ...
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... wind , With Spain's dark - glancing daughters - deign to know , There your wise Prophet's paradise we find , His black - eyed maids of Heaven , angelically kind . LX . Oh , thou Parnassus ! whom I now survey , Not in the frenzy of a ...
... wind , With Spain's dark - glancing daughters - deign to know , There your wise Prophet's paradise we find , His black - eyed maids of Heaven , angelically kind . LX . Oh , thou Parnassus ! whom I now survey , Not in the frenzy of a ...
Sida 58
... wind ; Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find , Coop'd in their winged sea - girt citadel ; The foul , the fair , the contrary , the kind , As breezes rise and fall and billows swell , Till on some jocund morn - lo , land ! and all ...
... wind ; Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find , Coop'd in their winged sea - girt citadel ; The foul , the fair , the contrary , the kind , As breezes rise and fall and billows swell , Till on some jocund morn - lo , land ! and all ...
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Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1826 |
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volym 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1837 |
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Sida 84 - 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...
Sida 122 - Alas, the lofty city ! and alas, The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! But these shall be Her resurrection ; all beside— decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free ! LXXXIII.
Sida 83 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Sida 85 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Sida 69 - 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 68 - 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...
Sida 83 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Sida 41 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Sida 66 - 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.
Sida 144 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect ? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.