Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntH. C. Baird, 1854 - 339 sidor |
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... round them only breathe ; Yet ruin'd splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the prince's palace fair : There thou too , Vathek ! England's wealthiest son , Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware way to the theatre at ...
... round them only breathe ; Yet ruin'd splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the prince's palace fair : There thou too , Vathek ! England's wealthiest son , Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware way to the theatre at ...
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... round the gaping throng , And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song.1 XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play Their game of lives , and barter breath for fame : Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay ...
... round the gaping throng , And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song.1 XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play Their game of lives , and barter breath for fame : Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay ...
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... rounds : Girt with the silent crimes of capitals , Still to the last kind vice clings to the tottering walls . 1 [ ❝ At Seville , we lodged in the house of two Spanish un- married ladies , women of character , the eldest a fine woman ...
... rounds : Girt with the silent crimes of capitals , Still to the last kind vice clings to the tottering walls . 1 [ ❝ At Seville , we lodged in the house of two Spanish un- married ladies , women of character , the eldest a fine woman ...
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... round the North for paler dames would seek ? How poor their forms appear ! how languid , wan , and weak ! people are called suddenly to fight for their liberty , and are sorely pressed upon , their best field of battle is the floors ...
... round the North for paler dames would seek ? How poor their forms appear ! how languid , wan , and weak ! people are called suddenly to fight for their liberty , and are sorely pressed upon , their best field of battle is the floors ...
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... round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love than Andalusia's maids , Nursed in the glowing ...
... round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love than Andalusia's maids , Nursed in the glowing ...
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Sida 248 - 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 187 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Sida 127 - To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet. But hark ! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat ; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm ! arm ! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar. " Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain ; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
Sida 140 - 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 ! 2.
Sida 154 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Sida 160 - The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contain'd no tomb, — And glowing into day: we may resume The march of our existence: and thus I, Still on thy shores, fair Leman!
Sida 249 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless...
Sida 157 - Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Sida 119 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing; but not so art thou, Soul of my thought! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Sida 208 - 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.