Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volum 1J. Murray, 1837 - 329 sider |
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... Greek monastery ; some way above which is the cleft in the rock , with a range of caverns difficult of ascent , and apparently leading to the interior of the mountain ; probably to the Corycian Cavern mentioned by Pausanias . From this ...
... Greek monastery ; some way above which is the cleft in the rock , with a range of caverns difficult of ascent , and apparently leading to the interior of the mountain ; probably to the Corycian Cavern mentioned by Pausanias . From this ...
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... Greek terms , which I wished to avoid . On the submission of Lusitania to the Moors , they changed the name of the capital , which till then had been Ulisipo , or Líspo ; because , in the Arabic alphabet , the letter p is not used ...
... Greek terms , which I wished to avoid . On the submission of Lusitania to the Moors , they changed the name of the capital , which till then had been Ulisipo , or Líspo ; because , in the Arabic alphabet , the letter p is not used ...
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... Greek and Moslem superstitions contending for mastery over the former shrines of Polytheism - who has left in his own Pharisees , thanking . God that they are not like publicans and sinners , ' and Spaniards in theirs , abhorring the ...
... Greek and Moslem superstitions contending for mastery over the former shrines of Polytheism - who has left in his own Pharisees , thanking . God that they are not like publicans and sinners , ' and Spaniards in theirs , abhorring the ...
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... Greek carols by . XI . But who , of all the plunderers of yon fane On high , where Pallas linger'd , loth to flee [ Lord Byron wrote this stanza at Newstead , in October , 1811 , on hearing of the death of his Cambridge friend , young ...
... Greek carols by . XI . But who , of all the plunderers of yon fane On high , where Pallas linger'd , loth to flee [ Lord Byron wrote this stanza at Newstead , in October , 1811 , on hearing of the death of his Cambridge friend , young ...
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... Greek peasants . Perhaps there is not in the world a more romantic prospect than that which is viewed from the summit of the hill . The foreground is a gentle declivity , terminating on every side in an extensive landscape of green ...
... Greek peasants . Perhaps there is not in the world a more romantic prospect than that which is viewed from the summit of the hill . The foreground is a gentle declivity , terminating on every side in an extensive landscape of green ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volum 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1837 |
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Side 156 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence...
Side 247 - 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 deed...
Side 155 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and, drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more : LXXXVII.
Side 128 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed. And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Side 249 - 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 128 - 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 Blush'd 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 163 - Historian, bard, philosopher, combined; He multiplied himself among mankind, The Proteus of their talents: But his own Breathed most in ridicule, — which, as the wind, Blew where it listed, laying all things prone, — Now to o'erthrow a fool, and now to shake a throne.
Side 157 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Side 130 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Side 177 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers : And such she was ; — her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers. In purple was she robed, and of her feast Monarchs partook, and deem'd their dignity increased.