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... lakes - I was pursued and breathed upon by the same blight . I crossed the mountains , but it was the same ; so I ... Lake Leman , Vevay ( where the castle of Chillon is situated ) , Milan , Venice , and Rome . The poem was completed ...
... lakes - I was pursued and breathed upon by the same blight . I crossed the mountains , but it was the same ; so I ... Lake Leman , Vevay ( where the castle of Chillon is situated ) , Milan , Venice , and Rome . The poem was completed ...
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... , because the weapon which it wields 550 LXII . Is of another temper , and I roam By Thrasimene's lake , in the defiles Fatal to Roman rashness , more at home ; 555 560 565 670 575 For there the Carthaginian's warlike CHILDE HAROLD 21.
... , because the weapon which it wields 550 LXII . Is of another temper , and I roam By Thrasimene's lake , in the defiles Fatal to Roman rashness , more at home ; 555 560 565 670 575 For there the Carthaginian's warlike CHILDE HAROLD 21.
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... , nests ; and bellowing herds Stumble o'er heaving plains , and man's dread hath no words . LXV . Far other scene is Thrasimene now ; Her lake a sheet of silver , and her plain Rent by no ravage save the gentle plough ; 580 22 BYRON.
... , nests ; and bellowing herds Stumble o'er heaving plains , and man's dread hath no words . LXV . Far other scene is Thrasimene now ; Her lake a sheet of silver , and her plain Rent by no ravage save the gentle plough ; 580 22 BYRON.
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... lake ; - And , calm as cherish'd hate , its surface wears A deep cold settled aspect nought can shake , All coil'd into itself and round , as sleeps the snake . 1560 1565 1570 CLXXIV . And near Albano's scarce divided waves Shine from a ...
... lake ; - And , calm as cherish'd hate , its surface wears A deep cold settled aspect nought can shake , All coil'd into itself and round , as sleeps the snake . 1560 1565 1570 CLXXIV . And near Albano's scarce divided waves Shine from a ...
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... Lake Geneva , where he happened to be detained a couple of days by stress of weather . In a notice prefixed to the poem he wrote : " When this poem was com- posed , I was not sufficiently aware of the history of Bonnivard , or I should ...
... Lake Geneva , where he happened to be detained a couple of days by stress of weather . In a notice prefixed to the poem he wrote : " When this poem was com- posed , I was not sufficiently aware of the history of Bonnivard , or I should ...
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Childe Harold: Canto the Fourth, The Prisoner of Chillon and Mazepa George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1909 |
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Sida 27 - 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!
Sida 62 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Sida 63 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Sida 49 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Sida 49 - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd 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, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Sida 63 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wash'd them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou; Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow: Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Sida 64 - 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 wanton'd 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 28 - But Rome is as the desert — where we steer Stumbling o'er recollections ; now we clap Our hands, and cry 'Eureka!
Sida 62 - 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 62 - 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.