Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntG.S. Appleton, 1851 - 287 sidor |
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... light Eros finds a feere ; Maidens , like moths , are ever caught by glare , And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair . X. Childe Harold had a mother - not forgot , Though parting from that mother he did shun ; A sister whom ...
... light Eros finds a feere ; Maidens , like moths , are ever caught by glare , And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair . X. Childe Harold had a mother - not forgot , Though parting from that mother he did shun ; A sister whom ...
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... light winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon were lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam Repented he , but in his bosom slept The ...
... light winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon were lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam Repented he , but in his bosom slept The ...
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... light , lively tones in Lady's bower , Seen her long locks that foil the painter's power , Her fairy form , with more than female grace , Scarce would you deem that Saragoza's tower Beheld her smile in Danger's Gorgon face , Thin the ...
... light , lively tones in Lady's bower , Seen her long locks that foil the painter's power , Her fairy form , with more than female grace , Scarce would you deem that Saragoza's tower Beheld her smile in Danger's Gorgon face , Thin the ...
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... light - poised lance , Four cavaliers prepare for venturous deeds , And lowly bending to the lists advance ; Rich are their scarfs , their chargers featly prance : If in the dangerous game they shine to - day , The crowd's loud shout ...
... light - poised lance , Four cavaliers prepare for venturous deeds , And lowly bending to the lists advance ; Rich are their scarfs , their chargers featly prance : If in the dangerous game they shine to - day , The crowd's loud shout ...
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... light - limb'd Matadore Stands in the centre , cager to invade The lord of lowing herds ; but not before The ground , with cautious tread , is traversed o'er , Lest aught unseen should lurk to thwart his speed : His arms a dart , he ...
... light - limb'd Matadore Stands in the centre , cager to invade The lord of lowing herds ; but not before The ground , with cautious tread , is traversed o'er , Lest aught unseen should lurk to thwart his speed : His arms a dart , he ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1881 |
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1853 |
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Sida 121 - And this is in the night. — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Sida 120 - All heaven and earth are still— though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Sida 119 - 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 In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Sida 198 - Ye Elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — Can ye not Accord me such a being? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot ? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.
Sida 122 - 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 91 - Welcome to their roar! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead !' Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on : for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
Sida 100 - 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! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse, — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent!
Sida 179 - Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, And fevers into false creation : — where, Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized ? In him alone. Can Nature show so fair...
Sida 162 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Sida 184 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain ; My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire; And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...