The works of lord Byron, Volym 1John Murray, Albemarle-Street, 1823 |
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... ancient and modern times ) , few exceptions will be found to this statement , and I fear a little investigation will teach us not to regret these monstrous mummeries of the middle ages . I now leave " Childe Harold ” to live his day ...
... ancient and modern times ) , few exceptions will be found to this statement , and I fear a little investigation will teach us not to regret these monstrous mummeries of the middle ages . I now leave " Childe Harold ” to live his day ...
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... Paphian girls were known to sing and smile ; And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ancient tales say true , nor wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - times in his maddest mirthful 20 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... Paphian girls were known to sing and smile ; And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ancient tales say true , nor wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - times in his maddest mirthful 20 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... ancient roundelays among . Whilome upon his banks did legions throng Of Moor and knight , in mailed splendour drest : Here ceased the swift their race , here sunk the strong ; The Paynim turban and the Christian crest Mix'd on the ...
... ancient roundelays among . Whilome upon his banks did legions throng Of Moor and knight , in mailed splendour drest : Here ceased the swift their race , here sunk the strong ; The Paynim turban and the Christian crest Mix'd on the ...
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... ancient goddess , cries ; But wields not , as of old , her thirsty lance , Nor shakes her crimson plumage in the skies : Now on the smoke of blazing bolts she flies , And speaks in thunder through yon engine's roar : In every peal she ...
... ancient goddess , cries ; But wields not , as of old , her thirsty lance , Nor shakes her crimson plumage in the skies : Now on the smoke of blazing bolts she flies , And speaks in thunder through yon engine's roar : In every peal she ...
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... ancient days ; ( 14 ) But Cadiz , rising on the distant coast , Calls forth a sweeter , though ignoble praise . Ah , Vice ! how soft are thy voluptuous ways ! While boyish blood is mantling who can ' scape The fascination of thy magic ...
... ancient days ; ( 14 ) But Cadiz , rising on the distant coast , Calls forth a sweeter , though ignoble praise . Ah , Vice ! how soft are thy voluptuous ways ! While boyish blood is mantling who can ' scape The fascination of thy magic ...
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Acarnania Albanese Albanian Ali Pacha amongst ancient Arnaout Athenians Athens aught beautiful behold beneath blood bosom breast Caimacam Caliriote CANTO Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clime Constantinople Coray dark dear deem'd doth dread dwell earth Edinburgh Review Epirus ev'n fair fame French gaze Giaour Greece Greeks hand hath heart Heaven honour hour Joannina land line last Lord maid Moslem mountains native ne'er never o'er once Pacha pass'd Pouqueville rock Romaic scene shore shrine sigh slave smile song sooth soul Spain Stanza tear thee thine thing Thornton thou Thrasybulus throng Turkish Turks waves wild youth Zitza ας δὲ δὲν εἶναι Διὰ νὰ Ἐγὼ εἰς εἰς τὴν εἰς τὸ ἐν ἕνα Θηβαῖος καὶ κὴ λόγος μὲ νὰ οἱ πῶς σᾶς σε τὰ τὰς τῇ τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τῷ τῶν ὡς
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Sida 240 - 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...
Sida 255 - The castled crag of Drachenfels 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 228 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.
Sida 260 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Sida 52 - Her lover sinks — she sheds no ill-timed tear ; Her chief is slain — she fills his fatal post ; Her fellows flee — she checks their base career ; The foe retires — she heads the sallying host...
Sida 241 - 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 239 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Sida 238 - 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 — But hark!
Sida 44 - What gallant war-hounds rouse them from their lair, And gnash their fangs, loud yelling for the prey ! All join the chase, but few the triumph share ; The Grave shall bear the chiefest prize away, And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array.
Sida 249 - Their breath is agitation, and their life A storm whereon they ride, to sink at last, And yet so nursed and bigoted to strife, That should their days, surviving perils past, Melt to calm twilight, they feel overcast With sorrow and supineness, and so die; Even as a flame unfed, which runs to waste With its own flickering, or a sword laid by, Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.