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... ruin'd splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the Prince's palace fair : There thou too , Vathek ! England's wealthiest son , Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds hath done ...
... ruin'd splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the Prince's palace fair : There thou too , Vathek ! England's wealthiest son , Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds hath done ...
Side 41
... ruin of their country .- [ See , for ample particulars concerning the flagitious court of Charles IV . , Sou- they's History of the Peninsular War , vol . i . ] XLIX . On yon long , level plain , at CANTO 1 . 41 PILGRIMAGE.
... ruin of their country .- [ See , for ample particulars concerning the flagitious court of Charles IV . , Sou- they's History of the Peninsular War , vol . i . ] XLIX . On yon long , level plain , at CANTO 1 . 41 PILGRIMAGE.
Side 72
... ruin'd wall , Its chambers desolate , and portals foul : Yes , this was once Ambition's airy hall , The dome of Thought , the palace of the Soul : Behold through each lack - lustre , eyeless hole , The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit ...
... ruin'd wall , Its chambers desolate , and portals foul : Yes , this was once Ambition's airy hall , The dome of Thought , the palace of the Soul : Behold through each lack - lustre , eyeless hole , The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit ...
Side 131
... ruin'd wall Stands when its wind - worn battlements are gone ; The bars survive the captive they enthral ; The day drags through though storms keep out the sun ; And thus the heart will break , yet brokenly live on : wounded . " I told ...
... ruin'd wall Stands when its wind - worn battlements are gone ; The bars survive the captive they enthral ; The day drags through though storms keep out the sun ; And thus the heart will break , yet brokenly live on : wounded . " I told ...
Side 137
... Ruin greenly dwells . XLVI . And there they stand , as stands a lofty mind , Worn , but unstooping to the baser crowd , All tenantless , save to the crannying wind , Or holding dark communion with the cloud . There was a day when they ...
... Ruin greenly dwells . XLVI . And there they stand , as stands a lofty mind , Worn , but unstooping to the baser crowd , All tenantless , save to the crannying wind , Or holding dark communion with the cloud . There was a day when they ...
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Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1826 |
Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1841 |
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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.