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Side xv
... Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy seem'd : Nor , having seen thee , shall I
vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'dTo such as see
thee not my words were weak To those who gaze on thee what language could
they ...
... Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy seem'd : Nor , having seen thee , shall I
vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'dTo such as see
thee not my words were weak To those who gaze on thee what language could
they ...
Side xvi
tis well for me My years already doubly number thine ; My loveless eye unmoved
may gaze on thee , And safely view thy ripening beauties shine ; Happy , I ne'er
shall see them in decline ; Happier , that while all younger hearts shall bleed ...
tis well for me My years already doubly number thine ; My loveless eye unmoved
may gaze on thee , And safely view thy ripening beauties shine ; Happy , I ne'er
shall see them in decline ; Happier , that while all younger hearts shall bleed ...
Side 16
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 easy chair , The toilsome way , and long , long league to ...
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 easy chair , The toilsome way , and long , long league to ...
Side 26
... of yore I tremble , and can only bend the knee ; Nor raise my voice , nor vainly
dare to soar , But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I
look on Thee ! 50 LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been 1 26 (
Canto ...
... of yore I tremble , and can only bend the knee ; Nor raise my voice , nor vainly
dare to soar , But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I
look on Thee ! 50 LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been 1 26 (
Canto ...
Side 38
Fall'n nations gaze on Spain ; if freed , she frees More than her fell Pizarros once
enchain'd : Strange retribution ! now Columbia's ease Repairs the wrongs that
Quito's sons sustain'd , While o'er the parent clime prowls Murder unrestrain'd .
Fall'n nations gaze on Spain ; if freed , she frees More than her fell Pizarros once
enchain'd : Strange retribution ! now Columbia's ease Repairs the wrongs that
Quito's sons sustain'd , While o'er the parent clime prowls Murder unrestrain'd .
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volum 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1885 |
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amongst ancient appear Athens bear beauty behold beneath better blood breast called CANTO Childe church dark dead death deep earth fair fall fame feel foes French gaze Greek hand Harold hath heard heart Heaven hills honour hope hour human Italy lake land late least leave less light line 9 live look Lord Byron lost memory mind mountains Nature never o'er observed once pass perhaps plain poet present remains rise rock Roman Rome round says scene seems seen shore side song soul spirit stand stanzas stream tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb traveller tree true turn Venice voice walls waters waves whole wild young
Populære avsnitt
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?
Bibliografisk informasjon
| Tittel | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
| Forfatter | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Utgiver | J. Murray, 1853 |
| Original fra | Harvard University |
| Digitalisert | 24. feb 2006 |
| Lengde | 311 sider |
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