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The vows of chivalry were no better kept than any other vows whatsoever ; and
the songs of the Troubadours were not more decent , and certainly were much
less refined , than those of Ovid . The “ Cours d'amour , parlemens d'amour , ou
de ...
The vows of chivalry were no better kept than any other vows whatsoever ; and
the songs of the Troubadours were not more decent , and certainly were much
less refined , than those of Ovid . The “ Cours d'amour , parlemens d'amour , ou
de ...
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... crowd's loud shout and ladies ' lovely glance , Best prize of better acts , they
bear away , And all that kings or chiefs e'er gain their toils repay . LXXIV . In costly
sheen and gaudy cloak array'd , 30 [ Cantu 1 . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE
...
... crowd's loud shout and ladies ' lovely glance , Best prize of better acts , they
bear away , And all that kings or chiefs e'er gain their toils repay . LXXIV . In costly
sheen and gaudy cloak array'd , 30 [ Cantu 1 . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE
...
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I have no reason to suppose my dog better than his brother brutes , mankind ;
and Aryus we know to be a fable . ” In Don Juan , also , one of the felicities that
are said to await " an honest gentleman " on his return , after a lengthened
absence ...
I have no reason to suppose my dog better than his brother brutes , mankind ;
and Aryus we know to be a fable . ” In Don Juan , also , one of the felicities that
are said to await " an honest gentleman " on his return , after a lengthened
absence ...
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A bolder prosopopoeia , " says a nameless critic , “ or one better imagined or
expressed , cannot easily be found in the whole range of ancient and modern
poetry . Unlike the plume of Horror , ' or the eagle - winged Victory , ' described by
our ...
A bolder prosopopoeia , " says a nameless critic , “ or one better imagined or
expressed , cannot easily be found in the whole range of ancient and modern
poetry . Unlike the plume of Horror , ' or the eagle - winged Victory , ' described by
our ...
Side 52
Like Lien Chi ( in Goldsmith's Citizen of the World ) , as we ' grow older , we grow
never the better It would be pleasant to learn who wi subscribe for us , in or about
the year 1815 , and what nation will send fifty thousand men , first to be ...
Like Lien Chi ( in Goldsmith's Citizen of the World ) , as we ' grow older , we grow
never the better It would be pleasant to learn who wi subscribe for us , in or about
the year 1815 , and what nation will send fifty thousand men , first to be ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volum 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1885 |
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Side 242 - 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: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Side 151 - 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...
Side 190 - Which ties thee to thy tyrants ; and thy lot Is shameful to the nations, — most of all, Albion ! to thee : the Ocean queen should not Abandon Ocean's children ; in the fall Of Venice think of thine, despite thy watery wall. I loved her from my boyhood — she to me Was as a fairy city of the heart...
Side 134 - Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than mine : Yet one I would select from that proud throng, Partly because they blend me with his line, And partly that I did his sire some wrong...
Side 145 - The life she lived in; but the judge was just, And then she died on him she could not save. Their tomb was simple, and without a bust, And held within their urn one mind, one heart, one dust.
Side 212 - The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios...
Side 242 - 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 143 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Side 212 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss. And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set...
Side 145 - When elements to elements conform, And dust is as it should be, shall I not Feel all I see, less dazzling, but more warm? The bodiless thought? the Spirit of each spot? Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot?