Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntH. C. Baird, 1856 - 339 sidor |
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... waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind : 2 Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; 3 For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save thee alone , But thee -- and One above . 5 ...
... waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind : 2 Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; 3 For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save thee alone , But thee -- and One above . 5 ...
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... waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native land - Good - night ! " " 3 1 [ From the following passage in a letter to Mr. Dallas , it would appear that that gentleman had recommended the sup ...
... waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native land - Good - night ! " " 3 1 [ From the following passage in a letter to Mr. Dallas , it would appear that that gentleman had recommended the sup ...
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... waves the sword To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord.3 XVII . But whoso entereth within this town , That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , Mid many things unsightly to ...
... waves the sword To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord.3 XVII . But whoso entereth within this town , That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , Mid many things unsightly to ...
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... waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know ' Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . 1 XXXIV . But ere ...
... waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know ' Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . 1 XXXIV . But ere ...
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... wave her wing . 1 This stanza was written in Turkey . 2 8 " Beauties that need not fear a broken vow . " - MS . ] [ " [ " Long black hair , dark languishing eyes , clear olive com- plexions , and forms more graceful in motion than can ...
... wave her wing . 1 This stanza was written in Turkey . 2 8 " Beauties that need not fear a broken vow . " - MS . ] [ " [ " Long black hair , dark languishing eyes , clear olive com- plexions , and forms more graceful in motion than can ...
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Sida 249 - 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 127 - 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 186 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the day joins the past Eternity; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest...
Sida 247 - His steps are not upon thy paths — thy fields Are not a spoil for him — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray, And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Sida 140 - 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 129 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Sida 178 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Sida 109 - tis haunted, holy ground, No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon: Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone: Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Sida 160 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe— into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Sida 156 - 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 G In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.