Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt. (Harrow ed.). |
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Side 10
... breast might vainly sigh , Could I to thee be ever more than friend : This much , dear maid , accord ; nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend . Such is thy name ...
... breast might vainly sigh , Could I to thee be ever more than friend : This much , dear maid , accord ; nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend . Such is thy name ...
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... breast a breast of steel ; Ye , who have known what ' tis to doat upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . C XI . His house , his home , his heritage PILGRIMAGE . 18.
... breast a breast of steel ; Ye , who have known what ' tis to doat upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . C XI . His house , his home , his heritage PILGRIMAGE . 18.
Side 20
... ; And o'er him many changing scenes must roll Ere toil his thirst for travel can assuage , Or he shall calm his breast , or learn . experience sage . XXIX . Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay , 20 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... ; And o'er him many changing scenes must roll Ere toil his thirst for travel can assuage , Or he shall calm his breast , or learn . experience sage . XXIX . Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay , 20 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
Side 38
... breast , And mix unbleeding with the boasted slain , While Glory crowns so many a meaner crest ! What hadst thou done to sink so peacefully to rest ? XCII . Oh , known the earliest , and esteemed the most ! Dear to a heart where nought ...
... breast , And mix unbleeding with the boasted slain , While Glory crowns so many a meaner crest ! What hadst thou done to sink so peacefully to rest ? XCII . Oh , known the earliest , and esteemed the most ! Dear to a heart where nought ...
Side 39
... breasts bestow . ( 2 ) II . Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where , Where are thy men of might ? thy grand in soul ? Gone glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race that led to Glory's goal , They won , and ...
... breasts bestow . ( 2 ) II . Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where , Where are thy men of might ? thy grand in soul ? Gone glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race that led to Glory's goal , They won , and ...
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Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1860 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Albania Ali Pacha amidst amongst ancient Ariosto Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Cæsar called CANTO Certaldo Childe Harold Childe Harold's Pilgrimage church Cicero Constantinople dark death deemed deep doth dread dust dwell earth Epirus fair fall fame fate feel Ficus Ruminalis Florence foes French gaze glory glow gondoliers Greece Greeks hand hath heart heaven hills honour hope hour immortal Italian Italy John Duncombe Julius Cæsar lake land less light line last live look Lord mind mortal mountains ne'er never o'er once passed passion Petrarch plain poet Pouqueville rock Roman Rome ruin scene seems seen shore shrine sigh slave smile song soul spirit spot Stanza stream tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb tree triumph Turks tyrants Venetians Venice walls waves wild winds woes words youth
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Side 72 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Side 71 - 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...
Side 146 - 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.
Side 77 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Side 136 - 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 hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Side 120 - 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.
Side 72 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Side 147 - 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.
Side 146 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Side 147 - 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...