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V. In deeds , not years , piercing the depths of life , So that no wonder waits him ;
nor below Can love or sorrow , fame , ambition , strife , Cut to his heart again with
the keen knife Of silent , sharp endurance : he can tell Why thought seeks ...
V. In deeds , not years , piercing the depths of life , So that no wonder waits him ;
nor below Can love or sorrow , fame , ambition , strife , Cut to his heart again with
the keen knife Of silent , sharp endurance : he can tell Why thought seeks ...
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The bodiless thought ? the Spirit of each spot ? ... A tide of suffering , rather than
forego Such feelings for the hard and wordly phlegm Of those whose eyes are
only turn'd below , Gazing upon the ground , with thoughts which dare not glow ?
The bodiless thought ? the Spirit of each spot ? ... A tide of suffering , rather than
forego Such feelings for the hard and wordly phlegm Of those whose eyes are
only turn'd below , Gazing upon the ground , with thoughts which dare not glow ?
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Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me , -could I wreak
My thoughts upon expression , and thus ... Lightning , I would speak ; But as it is ,
I live and die unheard , With a most voiceless thought , sheathing it as a sword .
Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me , -could I wreak
My thoughts upon expression , and thus ... Lightning , I would speak ; But as it is ,
I live and die unheard , With a most voiceless thought , sheathing it as a sword .
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt : and Other Poems George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1812 |
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ancient appear Athens bear beauty beheld beneath better blood blue bosom breast breath bright brow changed chief Childe dark dead death deem deep dust dwell earth fair fall fame fate feel fire foes gaze give glory Greece Greeks hand Harold hath heard heart Heaven hills honour hope hour human Italy land late least leave less light live look Lord mark mind mortal mountains Nature never night o'er once Page pass plain present proud rise rock Rome round ruins scene seems seen shore slave smile song soul spirit stand star stream sweet tear thee thine things thou thought thousand till tree turn vain walls waters waves wild wind young youth