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... spirit of gallantry which courted personal danger in the defence of the sovereign . . . of women because they are often lovely , and always helpless ; and of the priesthood ... Now , Childe Harold , if not absolutely craven and recreant ...
... spirit of gallantry which courted personal danger in the defence of the sovereign . . . of women because they are often lovely , and always helpless ; and of the priesthood ... Now , Childe Harold , if not absolutely craven and recreant ...
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... spirit of gallantry which courted personal danger in the defence of the sovereign . . . of women because they are often lovely , and always helpless ; and of the priest- hood ... Now , Childe Harold , if not absolutely craven and ...
... spirit of gallantry which courted personal danger in the defence of the sovereign . . . of women because they are often lovely , and always helpless ; and of the priest- hood ... Now , Childe Harold , if not absolutely craven and ...
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... the place , and am grateful for what he has done in my behalf , leaving the future in his hands , as I left the past " ( B. Diary , 1821 ) . ] Some gentle Spirit still pervades the spot , Sighs in CANTO I. ] CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 61.
... the place , and am grateful for what he has done in my behalf , leaving the future in his hands , as I left the past " ( B. Diary , 1821 ) . ] Some gentle Spirit still pervades the spot , Sighs in CANTO I. ] CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 61.
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... Spirit bear Some glorious thought to my petition grant .— [ MS . erased , D. ] 1. [ " Parnassus . . . is distinguished from all other Greek mountains by its mighty mass . This , with its vast buttresses , almost fills up the rest of the ...
... Spirit bear Some glorious thought to my petition grant .— [ MS . erased , D. ] 1. [ " Parnassus . . . is distinguished from all other Greek mountains by its mighty mass . This , with its vast buttresses , almost fills up the rest of the ...
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... spirit , and the maid Waving her more than Amazonian blade . " ] 12 . The seal Love's dimpling finger hath impressed Denotes how soft that chin which bears his touch . Stanza lviii . lines 1 and 2 . " Sigilla in mento impressa Amoris ...
... spirit , and the maid Waving her more than Amazonian blade . " ] 12 . The seal Love's dimpling finger hath impressed Denotes how soft that chin which bears his touch . Stanza lviii . lines 1 and 2 . " Sigilla in mento impressa Amoris ...
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Sida 423 - Were with his heart, and that was far away : He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday — All this rushed with his blood. Shall he expire, And unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire...
Sida 377 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her...
Sida 108 - 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.
Sida 227 - 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.
Sida 226 - 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 thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Sida 446 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin— his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Sida 262 - 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 ! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Sida 249 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Sida 262 - They parted— ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between;— But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Sida 143 - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye? no!