Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntJ. Murray, 1859 - 329 sider |
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... Greece . There , for the present , the poem stops ; its reception will determine whether the author may venture to conduct his readers to the capital of the East , through Ionia and Phrygia these two cantos are merely experimental . A ...
... Greece . There , for the present , the poem stops ; its reception will determine whether the author may venture to conduct his readers to the capital of the East , through Ionia and Phrygia these two cantos are merely experimental . A ...
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... Greece had warmed into life the latent poetry of Byron's nature , and he undervalued the inspired products of his Muse , just because they were more spontaneous than his imitative strains . His friends convinced him of his mistake , and ...
... Greece had warmed into life the latent poetry of Byron's nature , and he undervalued the inspired products of his Muse , just because they were more spontaneous than his imitative strains . His friends convinced him of his mistake , and ...
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... Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love , than Andalusia's maids ...
... Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love , than Andalusia's maids ...
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... lands , where he was doom'd to go : Lands that contain the monuments of Eld , Ere Greece and Grecian arts by barbarous hands were quell'd . CANTO THE SECOND . CAN TO 795 ECON SK 70 66 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
... lands , where he was doom'd to go : Lands that contain the monuments of Eld , Ere Greece and Grecian arts by barbarous hands were quell'd . CANTO THE SECOND . CAN TO 795 ECON SK 70 66 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
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... Greece ! that looks on thee , Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands , which it had best behoved To guard those relics ...
... Greece ! that looks on thee , Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands , which it had best behoved To guard those relics ...
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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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Acarnania Albania Ali Pacha ancient Athens aught Aventicum beauty beheld beneath blood bosom breast breath brow CANTO charms Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clime dark deem'd deep desolate dome doth dread dust dwell earth Edinburgh Review Epirus fair fame fate feel foes gaze Giaours glory glow Greece Greeks hand hath heart Heaven honour hope hour immortal Italy J. W. Whymper lake LAKE OF ALBANO land less Lord Byron maid mighty mind mortal mountains ne'er never NEWSTEAD ABBEY night o'er once Pacha pass'd passion Percival Skelton plain poem Pouqueville pride proud rock Romaic Roman Rome ruins S. C. Malan scatter'd scene shore shrine sigh skies slave smile song soul spirit spot stanzas stern stream sweet tear temple thee thine things thou thought throne tomb Turks tyrants Venice walls waves wild wind woes youth
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Side 146 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Side 135 - 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 Blushed 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 281 - 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 231 - Where the car climbed the capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site. Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, "Here was, or is,
Side 137 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Side 126 - Welcome, to their roar! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
Side 81 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Side 280 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Side 270 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The god of life, and poesy, and light — The sun in human limbs array'd, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight ; The shaft hath just been shot — the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance ; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might, And majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the deity.
Side 136 - 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; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...