Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volum 1J. Murray, 1837 - 329 sider |
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Side 13
... Greek monastery ; some way above which is the cleft in the rock , with a range of caverns difficult of ascent , and apparently leading to the interior of the mountain ; probably to the Corycian Cavern mentioned by Pausanias . From this ...
... Greek monastery ; some way above which is the cleft in the rock , with a range of caverns difficult of ascent , and apparently leading to the interior of the mountain ; probably to the Corycian Cavern mentioned by Pausanias . From this ...
Side 24
... Greek terms , which I wished to avoid . On the submission of Lusitania to the Moors , they changed the name of the capital , which till then had been Ulisipo , or Lispo ; because , in the Arabic alphabet , the letter p is not used ...
... Greek terms , which I wished to avoid . On the submission of Lusitania to the Moors , they changed the name of the capital , which till then had been Ulisipo , or Lispo ; because , in the Arabic alphabet , the letter p is not used ...
Side 71
... Greek and Moslem superstitions contending for mastery over the former shrines of Polytheism - who has left in his own Pharisees , thanking . God that they are not like publicans and sinners , ' and Spaniards in theirs , abhorring the ...
... Greek and Moslem superstitions contending for mastery over the former shrines of Polytheism - who has left in his own Pharisees , thanking . God that they are not like publicans and sinners , ' and Spaniards in theirs , abhorring the ...
Side 74
... Greek carols by . XI . But who , of all the plunderers of yon fane On high , where Pallas linger'd , loth to flee [ Lord Byron wrote this stanza at Newstead , in October , 1811 , on hearing of the death of his Cambridge friend , young ...
... Greek carols by . XI . But who , of all the plunderers of yon fane On high , where Pallas linger'd , loth to flee [ Lord Byron wrote this stanza at Newstead , in October , 1811 , on hearing of the death of his Cambridge friend , young ...
Side 90
... Greek peasants . Perhaps there is not in the world a more romantic prospect than that which is viewed from the summit of the hill . The foreground is a gentle declivity , terminating on every side in an extensive landscape of green ...
... Greek peasants . Perhaps there is not in the world a more romantic prospect than that which is viewed from the summit of the hill . The foreground is a gentle declivity , terminating on every side in an extensive landscape of green ...
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Alban hill Albanians Ali Pacha amongst ancient Ariosto Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Cæsar called Canto charms Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE church Cicero clime Constantinople dark death deem'd deep dust earth Egeria fair fame feel Florence foes French gaze glory gondoliers Greece Greek hand hath heart Heaven hills Historical Notes Hobhouse honour hope hour immortal Italian Italy Julius Cæsar lake land letter lightning live Lord Byron maid mind mortal mother mountains ne'er never o'er once Pacha palace pass passion Petrarch plain poem poet Portrait Pouqueville rock Roman Rome ruins says scene seems seen shore sigh smile song soul spirit spot Stanza Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb Turks Venetians Venice walls waves wild wind woes wolf
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Side 245 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Side 127 - 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...
Side 124 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd 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 look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Side 247 - 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.
Side 158 - 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.
Side 155 - 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...
Side 230 - And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not— his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Side 115 - Is THY face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Side 153 - 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. t-XXXVI. It is the hush of night...
Side 208 - Alas ! the lofty city ! and alas ! The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas, for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! — but these shall be Her resurrection • all beside — decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free...