Poetical Works, Volym 4Little, Brown, 1866 |
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... hill : Yet there I've wandered by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sighed o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , * Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine To grace so plain a tale― this lowly lay ...
... hill : Yet there I've wandered by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sighed o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , * Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine To grace so plain a tale― this lowly lay ...
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... hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most transgress his high command , With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul's locust host , and ...
... hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most transgress his high command , With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul's locust host , and ...
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... hills , the sea adds to the beauty of the view . [ Since the publication of this poem , I have been informed of the misapprehension of the term Nossa Señora de Pena . It was owing to the want of the tilde , or mark over the ñ , which ...
... hills , the sea adds to the beauty of the view . [ Since the publication of this poem , I have been informed of the misapprehension of the term Nossa Señora de Pena . It was owing to the want of the tilde , or mark over the ñ , which ...
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... hills , ( Oh , that such hills upheld a freeborn race ! ) Whereon to gaze the eye with joyaunce fills , Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place . Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase , And marvel men should quit their ...
... hills , ( Oh , that such hills upheld a freeborn race ! ) Whereon to gaze the eye with joyaunce fills , Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place . Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase , And marvel men should quit their ...
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... hill ascend , some scud to Ware , And many to the steep of Highgate hie . Ask ye , Boeotian shades ! the reason why ? * ' Tis to the worship of the solemn Horn , Grasped in the holy hand of Mystery , [ sworn , In whose dread name both ...
... hill ascend , some scud to Ware , And many to the steep of Highgate hie . Ask ye , Boeotian shades ! the reason why ? * ' Tis to the worship of the solemn Horn , Grasped in the holy hand of Mystery , [ sworn , In whose dread name both ...
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Alban hill Albanians Ali Pacha amongst ancient Ariosto Athens beauty beheld beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Byron Cæsar called canto Certaldo Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE church Cicero Constantinople dark death deemed deep dust earth Egeria fair fame feel Florence foes gaze glory gondoliers Greece Greek hand hath heart Heaven hills Historical Notes honor hope hour immortal Italian Italy Julius Cæsar lake land less light live Lord Lord Byron maid mind mortal mountains ne'er never o'er once Pacha palace passed passion Petrarch plain poet Pouqueville rock Roman Rome ruin says scene seems seen shore sigh slave smile song soul spirit spot Stanza Storia Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb triumph Turks valley Venetians Venice walls waves wild woes wolf words
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Sida 282 - 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 Daci.an mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday! — All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Sida 299 - Thy waters wasted them 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
Sida 165 - 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 Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Sida 153 - 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.
Sida 301 - 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 wantoned 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 164 - 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 198 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! 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 162 - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Sida 230 - Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued ; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Sida 198 - 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!