Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt. (Harrow ed.). |
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... song ! Can Volume , Pillar , Pile preserve thee great ? Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , [ wrong When Flattery sleeps with thee , and History does thee 1 XXXVII . Awake , ye sons of Spain ! awake 22 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... song ! Can Volume , Pillar , Pile preserve thee great ? Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , [ wrong When Flattery sleeps with thee , and History does thee 1 XXXVII . Awake , ye sons of Spain ! awake 22 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
Side 23
... song was heard on Andalusia's shore ? XXXVIII . Hark ! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath ...
... song was heard on Andalusia's shore ? XXXVIII . Hark ! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath ...
Side 24
... song ! XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play Their game of lives , and barter breath for fame : Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' twere sad to thwart ...
... song ! XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play Their game of lives , and barter breath for fame : Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' twere sad to thwart ...
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... song , the revel here abounds ; Strange modes of merriment the hours consume , Nor bleed these patriots with their country's wounds : Not here War's clarion , but Love's rebeck sounds ; Here Folly still his votaries enthralls ; And ...
... song , the revel here abounds ; Strange modes of merriment the hours consume , Nor bleed these patriots with their country's wounds : Not here War's clarion , but Love's rebeck sounds ; Here Folly still his votaries enthralls ; And ...
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... song , and dared the deed of war ? And she , whom once the semblance of a scar Appalled , an owlet's larum chilled with dread , Now views the column - scattering bay'net jar , The falchion flash , and o'er the yet warm dead Stalks with ...
... song , and dared the deed of war ? And she , whom once the semblance of a scar Appalled , an owlet's larum chilled with dread , Now views the column - scattering bay'net jar , The falchion flash , and o'er the yet warm dead Stalks with ...
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Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1860 |
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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...