Childe Harold: Canto the Fourth, The Prisoner of Chillon and MazepaHoughton Mifflin Company, 1909 - 136 sidor |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... night ? 725 LXXXI . The double night of ages , and of her , Night's daughter , Ignorance , hath wrapt and wrap All round us ; we but feel our way to err : The ocean hath his chart , the stars their map , And Knowledge spreads them on ...
... night ? 725 LXXXI . The double night of ages , and of her , Night's daughter , Ignorance , hath wrapt and wrap All round us ; we but feel our way to err : The ocean hath his chart , the stars their map , And Knowledge spreads them on ...
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... . CVI . Then let the winds howl on ! their harmony Shall henceforth be my music , and the night The sound shall temper with the owlets ' cry , As I now hear them , in the fading light 950 955 960 965 Dim o'er the bird of darkness 36 BYRON.
... . CVI . Then let the winds howl on ! their harmony Shall henceforth be my music , and the night The sound shall temper with the owlets ' cry , As I now hear them , in the fading light 950 955 960 965 Dim o'er the bird of darkness 36 BYRON.
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... night , where the deep skies assume CXXIX . Hues which have words and speak to ye of heaven Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument , And shadows forth its glory . There is given Unto the things of earth , which Time hath bent , A ...
... night , where the deep skies assume CXXIX . Hues which have words and speak to ye of heaven Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument , And shadows forth its glory . There is given Unto the things of earth , which Time hath bent , A ...
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... night - breeze waves along the air The garland forest , which the gray walls wear Like laurels on the bald first Cæsar's head : When the light shines serene but doth not glare , Then in this magic circle raise the dead : Heroes have ...
... night - breeze waves along the air The garland forest , which the gray walls wear Like laurels on the bald first Cæsar's head : When the light shines serene but doth not glare , Then in this magic circle raise the dead : Heroes have ...
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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.