Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntMacmillan, 1899 - 282 sidor |
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Sida xxv
... dust , and passions and pure thoughts Mixed , and contending without end or order . ” The wise words of Mr. Aubrey de Vere on Shelley have equal and especial significance in the case of Byron : " To esti- mate justly the faults as well ...
... dust , and passions and pure thoughts Mixed , and contending without end or order . ” The wise words of Mr. Aubrey de Vere on Shelley have equal and especial significance in the case of Byron : " To esti- mate justly the faults as well ...
Sida 41
... dust before it flies : That little urn saith more than thousand homilies . V Or burst the vanished Hero's lofty mound ; ° Far on the solitary shore he sleeps : He fell , and falling nations mourned around ; 30 35 But now not one of ...
... dust before it flies : That little urn saith more than thousand homilies . V Or burst the vanished Hero's lofty mound ; ° Far on the solitary shore he sleeps : He fell , and falling nations mourned around ; 30 35 But now not one of ...
Sida 45
... dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands , which it had best behoved To guard those relics ne'er to be restored . Curst be the hour when from their ...
... dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands , which it had best behoved To guard those relics ne'er to be restored . Curst be the hour when from their ...
Sida 70
... dust and when : Can man its shattered splendour renovate , Recall its virtues back , and vanquish Time and Fate ? LXXXV And yet how lovely in thine age of woe , ° Land of lost gods and godlike men , art thou ! Thy vales of evergreen ...
... dust and when : Can man its shattered splendour renovate , Recall its virtues back , and vanquish Time and Fate ? LXXXV And yet how lovely in thine age of woe , ° Land of lost gods and godlike men , art thou ! Thy vales of evergreen ...
Sida 72
... dust thy courser's hoof , rude stranger ! spurns around . XCI Yet to the remnants of thy splendour past Shall pilgrims , pensive , but unwearied , throng ; Long shall the voyager , with the Ionian blast , Hail the bright clime of battle ...
... dust thy courser's hoof , rude stranger ! spurns around . XCI Yet to the remnants of thy splendour past Shall pilgrims , pensive , but unwearied , throng ; Long shall the voyager , with the Ionian blast , Hail the bright clime of battle ...
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Acarnania ancient Arqua Athens bard beauty behold beneath blood blue bosom breast breath brow Byron says Canto Charles Kingsley Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clime dark dead death deemed deep doth dream dust earth EDWARD DOWDEN England English fair fame fate feel foes gaze Giaour glorious glory glow Greece hand hath heart heaven hills hope hour hyæna immortal Italy John Morley lake land live lone look Lord mighty Milton mind mingling mortal mother mountains Napoleon Nature ne'er never Newstead Newstead Abbey night o'er once passion Petrarch Pindus poem poet poetry proud rock RODEN NOEL Rome ruin scene Shelley shore shrine sigh smile song soul Spain spirit stanza star sweet tears temple Tennyson thee thine things thou thought throne tomb Venice walls waves wild wind Wordsworth wrote youth
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Sida 267 - Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old; The litanies of nations came, Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, — The canticles of love and woe...
Sida vi - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar - for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! - May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Sida 177 - 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, alone.
Sida 83 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Sida 176 - 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 163 - He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away. He recked 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, Butchered to make a Roman holiday!
Sida 116 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Sida 82 - 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 187 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Sida 269 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.